I spent last week in a hotel at a work conference*. My wonderful hubby took vacation for the week to run the show back home**. The first day I was away, yes the first of 6, I got an email with this in it:
Her explanation was "I want to be a soldier" I don't even know what that means. Or how she even would come up with that phrase. (brothers) But I do know R read us a Robert Munsch book the week before I left called Purple, Green and Yellow. It was about a girl who colours all over herself with super-indelible-never-come-off-till-you're-dead-or-maybe-even-later markers. Hmmm. Thanks a lot Mr. Munch.
But still she is so cute, who could resist that face?
*I was expecting the break from mothering to be better than it was. I was ready for the cuddles and stories after about 2.5 days. The upside is that I am still glad to be back being their mother, that effect has yet to wear off. It's nice to feel renewed in your everyday life sometimes.
**Despite the above incident the kids were fine with Daddy and I really didn't worry about them at all.