Cracks me up. Every time.
So this morning I was still upstairs when my mom arrived and I heard her say, "Hi Bertie, your kid is upstairs."
It's like she loves the fact that we are someone's kid and her parent at the same time and she never misses an opportunity to make sure we haven't forgotten either.
After I kissed all three kids goodbye this morning, Piper insisted, "Go over and kiss your mom good bye!"
Which I did. Little turkey. She is such a little wise acre.
P.S. - No more throwing up - she slept all night and woke up her chipper self. Fingers crossed!
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