My kids decided to play mommy and baby today. It was the kind of sweet play that makes your heart smile. They were playing well together when my daughter started talking like me, copying my phrases and tones.
And I cringed.
Do I sound that contrived? Am I that distracted in real life? Those words sounded so much better when I said them, didn’t they?
Those little reflections of me. Sometimes the mirror they hold up is not very flattering.