Thursday, April 14, 2011

How my day peaked at 9 am.

At preschool drop off, I struck up a conversation with one of the boys in Liam's class. We talked about our babies - how mine has less hair than his, but his is so soft he calls her "Softy Soft Softerton" - and about the beat up old broom he was dragging up the steps and into school.

"It's cool because it's a broom but it can be anything. Even just a broom if you want!"

"That is cool. You know, Liam has a box like that. It can be anything he wants. It's pretty much his favorite toy."

"You're Liam's mom?!"

"Yep."

"But you're so much younger!"

I'm sure his mom was less than thrilled (younger than who exactly...) but I practically skipped to my car.

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