Being a mom can be tough. I have to make my children do some really terrible things, like get dressed, eat breakfast, and put away their toys. Here are some things that have been said to me in the past two days, as I inflicted such torture upon Grace:
"Mommy, I don’t love you any more!"
"Daddy is gooder than you."
"I don’t want you to live with us."
"Daddy, I want Mommy to live in jail."
But then there was also:
"Mommy, I love you more than anyone in any state. I love you all the way to New Jersey and back."
Phew! I guess I won’t have to go live somewhere else after all. I mean, she loves me all the way to New Jersey, for goodness sakes. But jail was starting to sound pretty good – I would have lots of time for reading there, and I probably wouldn’t even have to brush anyone else’s teeth…
Travelingjenny 
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