The Scene: Saturday Morning (Today) 7:30 AM. I had just finished my workout and sat down on the couch to check email and twitter.
Monkey comes stumbling out of his room with that sleepy tousled hair and rosy cheeks that comes from the deep, deep sleep of a contented child.
He crawls up on the couch next to me, lays his warm cheek on my arm, looks up at me from under those lush, dark lashes and says:
“Mommy, when are you going to get dressed?”
” I have clothes on, Monkey”
Monkey, plucking at my shirt sleeve
“But, But Mommy, I want you to look pwetty”
Me with raised eyebrows
“I don’t look pretty now?”
Monkey with a wrinkled nose
It’s a damn good thing he’s cute