“Mommy, do you want to lay down with me?” Was #1, my rainbow-loving, sparkle-wearing, cat-like daughter really asking ME, “The Enforcer”, for cuddles??? I turned on my heels from the cutting board and looked her square in the eye. “Of course!” I said. I felt like the popular clique had asked me to join their lunch table.
Carrots left half-chopped on the cutting board, we lounged on the sofa, her head on my chest, watching “My Little Pony.” As soon as the show ended, her feline tendencies returned. Wordlessly, she stretched, fixed her hair, and slinked her way down to the floor as if the cuddles never happened.
I’ll take it!