Motherhood, Bacon, & Wit: A Little Story
Today I was in the tub at lunchtime. I'd run around all morning--swim lessons, errands, housework, lunch. I'd promised to take Corbin swimming, but I knew I needed a few minutes alone first. There was a knock on the bathroom door, some mumbled words, and some noise. Eventually I figured out that Corbin wanted bacon. I told him I was having some alone time and I would not unlock the bathroom door to hep him. I suggested he ask McKenna for help. He asked me to slide a package of bacon back under the bathroom door to him, which I did (I hadn't even noticed it was there). All was quiet again. I finished my bath, assuming Kenna was helping him.
After I was done, I went downstairs to Kenna's room, where she was relaxing after having worked all morning. I was about to thank her for helping Corbin with the bacon, but he piped up and said he'd cooked it himself. WHAT? I looked to Kenna for confirmation, while saying "You didn't help him?" She shrugged her shoulders and explained, "I told him how to do it." I raised my eyebrows in what I hoped was a question mark." She smiled sweetly and said, "It's okay. I put on my listening ears."
After I was done, I went downstairs to Kenna's room, where she was relaxing after having worked all morning. I was about to thank her for helping Corbin with the bacon, but he piped up and said he'd cooked it himself. WHAT? I looked to Kenna for confirmation, while saying "You didn't help him?" She shrugged her shoulders and explained, "I told him how to do it." I raised my eyebrows in what I hoped was a question mark." She smiled sweetly and said, "It's okay. I put on my listening ears."
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