Scott

The other night, as the kids were getting ready for bed, Scott started asking me questions:
"How come you work so much, Mom?"
"What do you mean - like dishes and laundry?"
"Yeah, and cleaning and taking care of us?"
"Because that's my job - to take care of you."
"And Dad goes to work to get lots of money?"
"Yes."
He got quiet, so I thought he was done, and went back to what I was doing.
When he and Chad were giving me their good-night hugs, Scott said, "Thank you, Mom for taking care of us all the time." Of course, put me close to tears.
But you should have seen Chad's face. I have yet to figure out if the look was "What a little suck-up." or "Shoot! I wish I'd thought of that." Either way, both boys were priceless that night.