a good deal.

The other night Mosely and I were reading a magazine on the bed together.

Which slowly turned into a pseudo-wrestling match on the bed together.

Because, for some reason, I think that kid’s love language is wrestling or rough-housing.

Was that one of the options?

It was – right?

Whatever.

Somewhere along in the wrestling game I decided I was tired so I closed my eyes and laid my head across Mosely’s legs so she couldn’t move.

She thought it was part of the game, I thought it was basically restful.

Then the game changed to wake-up-Mommy-any-way-I-can.

To which I responded with the game don’t-let-Mosely-wake-me-up-no-matter-what-she-does-or-says.

She tried tickling me.

No success.

She tried silly noises and crazy sounds.

Nope.

Not working.

I just kept my eyes closed and she just kept trying.

Then Mosely pulled out what was her best last-ditch effort apparently.

Maybe she was thinking about my love of a good sale.

I don’t know.

But she used her most excited tone of voice and shouted,

“Mom – two dollars off!”

I couldn’t help it.

I sat up through my fits of laughter.

“You win – Mosely.  You win.”