It had been a long day, and I was having a pity party in my head during dinner. I was wishing I weren’t the only adult in the house and that I didn’t have to do everything, all the time.
Krystal turned to me and in a bright voice said, “I don’t know how you do it, Mom. Taking care of two of us, with just one of you.”
Startled that she had apparently read my mind (!), I said, “I don’t know either.”
And she said, “But I know you can do it.”
Thanks, honey. You’re the best. And please lose the telepathic skills before you get any older – those are mine!