This morning after ushering our oldest out the door to school, I followed the cacophony of sound back to Bella’s room and found my two youngest playing together.
“Y’all ready for breakfast?” I asked.
Bear scrunched up that cute little nose, “You already asked us that, Mommy.”
“I did?” I moved to make Bella’s bed.
“Yeah,” Bear sighed, “You must be losing your mind.”
Bella piped up, “But I like you, Mommy.”
That’s reassuring.
“Auuuudrey. We HAVE to like Mommy. She’s our Mommy!” Bear sighed in exasperation.
Bella laughed, “Oh, Micah. Yes. She is our Mommy.”
“Yeah.” Bear said matter-of-factly, “Our mommy that’s losing her mind.”
My reassurance is completely gone.
Bella looked at Micah and said calmly, “Well, let’s fight about it.” She then picked up a water gun (fortunately, it was empty) and pretended to shoot her brother.
Sigh.
I’m going back to bed now.
A Spring of Joy 
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