I am Mommy. A true super hero. I can make the tears stop, calm the tantrums, create peace with a hug. When there's a boo-boo, or some equally traumatizing event, it is I who can make it all better while Daddy and the rest of the world stand by helpless. In my son's eyes, I am perfect, I am always the answer.
Until I accidentally zip his tummy into his jammies. Oops.
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- My kids are brilliant. My husband is hot. My life is full. My job is at home. My brain is fuzzy. My ideas are many. My talents are few. My cultures are multi. My God Redeems. My faith shakes. My joy abounds.
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2 comments:
Aw! That has to hurt! I was potty trained in a similar manner. When I was a diaper wearer, my diapers were cloth and pinned. My dad got distracted when he was changing me and after un-pinning me I weepingly told him that I wanted to wear big girl panties from now on. :o)
At least it was only his belly. And whose pajamas have zippers anyway?
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