This morning as I was--with frustration verging on anger--trying to shove David's feet into his shoes, he interrupted, "You need a hug!"
"Not right now," I mumbled, "I'm trying to put on your shoes."
"Mommy, you need a new heart."
"Why do I need a new heart?"
"Because you are mean."
Yes, I am mean. I need a new heart.
My kids wore out my old one.
[I hope you all know me (and David) well enough to know that this post is funny.]
