I melt for this little one. I feel like I say it all the time, and I feel like a broken record. But I don't want to forget this sweetness of hers. You know, in case she decides to steal & crash my car one day.
We had a rough morning. The kind where she asks for one too many treats before lunch, the kind where I'm having to say no to far too many things. And let's just be honest, I was totally annoyed. I said to her, as I was doing her hair, "we're having a rough morning aren't we? We aren't getting along too well".
Tate, in the most sincere, concerned voice says to me,
"but mom, we have to get along. that's what king luther taught us".
King Who? I say
"Marthin Luther King mom. Well, Marthin Luther King Jr."
"He said we need to get along with everybody".
You're so right Tate. Thanks for reminding me.