My son, the artistic genius, was very carefully drawing circles with his blue crayon the other day while I made a grocery list. Little did I know that the finished product would include his first batch of happy faces (well, that I’ve seen in his work, at least.)
Come on—are you telling me that you wouldn’t have gotten a little choked up, and then saved it to show his dad, and then scanned the picture (and posted it on the internet) so that it could be admired in all its glory forever and ever? Are you made of stone?
I thought it wouldn’t happen to me, but there it is, the painful truth: motherhood really will turn you into a complete sap.