Last night, I opened my bedroom door at about 9:30 to go the computer room. I just about had a heart attack as my eldest daughter was standing outside the door. I guess I didn't hear her knock.
But when I looked at her closer, I noticed that she had those big, puppy dog eyes...and there were tears just brimming...ready to flow. Oh, I was just so heartbroken to see her so sad and not understanding why.
I asked her what was wrong and why she was crying. I told her that her being sad made momma very sad. She said that she missed me and she wanted me to message her in the morning. Ok, I get the fact that she missed me...but message her? Of course I had to find out what the hell she was talking about.
"Honey, you want me to message you?"
"Yes momma."
"Like e-mail or Instant Messenger?"
"Instant Messenger please."
I did end up writing a couple of small messages to her for her to see in the morning. But what was fun was that she wrote back.
And so, I guess a new tradition starts with this 1 kid. Hopefully that will just prevent big puppy dog eyes and tears in the near future.
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