Monday, January 22, 2007

Bad Mommy

7:45 a.m. Jessie is snuggled down in a burrow of blankets with just her eyes and nose peeking above the sheet. I approach the bed:

J: Don't even.
Me: Don't even what?
J: Don't even think about it.
Me: Think about what?
J: Pulling all the covers off me.

I, of course, do, and there is much giggling and shrieking as I carry her into the bathroom to start getting ready for school.

1 comment:

Bill Paley said...

Thus, you raise the child. Or are raised by her...