I was helping R. get ready for school the other day. She was tired and not very motivated. I grabbed her clothes and told her I would help her get dressed.
"Why are you getting me dressed?" She asked.
"Well, you seem to need a little help this morning."
She began to wiggle and be less than cooperative as I tried to put her dress over her head.
"C'mon R.! Mommy's getting too old for this!"
"That's funny?" I giggled back. "Will you let me come live with you when I'm really old?"
"You might have to help ME get dressed." I said.
Suddenly I heard T. shout from his bedroom, "Mom, you can come live with me!"
"Awwwww!" I thought to myself. My boy loves his mama!
"Really, T.? I can? You'll take care of me? Make me dinner? Take me to doctor's appointments? Help me find my teeth?"
He laughed and said, "YES!!"
"You'll even change my diaper?"
"You know what? You can go live with R."