“You’re my mommy”
The bad news: Both girls are sick (ear infections). The good news: They’re both on antibiotics and on the mend. And the semi-amusing news/story: After I got a feverish Zoe some water and changed her pajamas shortly after midnight this morning, Zoe asked if I would sleep with her. Her bed is small and I knew neither one of us would get a good night’s sleep if I stayed, so I told her I couldn’t and, when pressed, said it was because Daddy needed me. “Why?” she asked, to which I replied (not being able to think of anything better), “Oh, he’s really tired.” She thought for a moment and then said, “But Mommy, you’re not Daddy’s mommy – you’re my mommy.”
Well played, Zoe – well played.
-M