Every morning, I stumble out of bed into the kitchen where I heat milk to mix with Ovaltine for Selah and Judah. It's their morning 'coffee'. This time, Judah followed me and waited as I mixed and poured.
"Would you like to take Selah her milk?" I asked my little guy.
"Yes, peas," he answered. He trotted off to the bedroom, a sippy cup tucked under each arm.
I put on the coffee and went to the laundry room to start a load.
"Momma," Selah screeched. She sailed through the door holding her cup above her head.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Judah drank half my milk," she wailed. Her cup was so full, there wasn't even a space between the bottom and top.
"No, he didn't," I said. "Its' still full."
"Yes, he did," she bellowed. "I watched him! He drank nearly all of it!!!"
That evening, bath time was a battle. Selah wouldn't cooperate. After an exhausting fight to wash her hair and every cranny, she decided she didn't want to get out. I finally reached under her arms to lift her to her feet. Kicking in protest, she struck her foot against Judah's bath seat.
"OWWWWWW," she cried. "You nearly made me cut my entire foot off!"
"Really," I said. "Well, it's still attached so get over it!"
I'm just waiting for the day she thanks me for being an inspirational mother as she accepts her Oscar!
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