Tonight for dinner we had scrambled eggs with broccoli with fresh goat cheese, a little sea salt, and pepper…… I made more than enough for the 3 of us (Jeff was gone all day and night), expecting some leftovers.
Is: “I’m all finished, mommy, can I have some more broccoli, please, please, please? Or is all that for daddy (as she looks into the skillet).”
Me: “Of course you can have more! Daddy’s not going to be here for dinner tonight.”
(so between Jos and Is, they finish it all off…..)
Me: “WOW, you girls did great! You want a little dessert, now?”
Is: “hmmm, no, mommy, can you cook more broccoli? It is so good, it’s better than dessert!”
Me: “well, um…. OF COURSE i will cook more broccoli for you!” (even though I had already cleaned everything up)
So, I make her more broccoli and SHE EATS ALL BUT the handful of stems that she left.
Is: “Thank you, mommy for making more broccoli for me. It’s so yummy, you’re such a great mommy, the best mommy in the whole world!”