probably too late.
Most nights my eight-year-old shares the bed with me. (I know what we all think about this. But only one child sharing the bed is a vast improvement over this time last year, when all five were sharing the same square footage. She’ll transition to her own bed permanently eventually I feel almost certain.)
At any rate, there she was, lying in bed and watching me through the open door at the bathroom sink.
I was looking in the mirror, applying night cream to my face.
“Oh, are you still trying to put cream on Mommy?” she asked, her voice all sweet and interested.
“Yes. I am. What do you mean, still trying?” I inquired.
“Oh – it just might be too late I think,” Piper said.
I thought of what time of night it was. It wasn’t an unusually late evening.
“Too late?” I responded.
“Well,” she said. “It might be too late to work. You already have so many wrinkles.”
4 Comments
Sandy Scaringi
Oh Lacey. I just laughed and laughed! 🙂 :-)!
Tab
Hilarious. I hear those sweet sentiments often too 🙂
Lana
Ah kids. Wrinkles mean a life well lived!
My single Mom sister’s male friend is buying a house and she and her 13 yr old son went to look at it with him. Son comes running back from looking around and says he has picked out his bedroom. OOPS!!!
Margie
Great post! I love how kids give the most honest answers.