I was grouchy this morning. Had a rough night’s sleep. But I always try to not take it out on my kids. My six-year-old son and I were sitting on the couch together and I was praising him for how good a reader he has become. He’s come a long way with reading and with speech.
In that touching moment, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and tell him that I love him and am very proud of him.
He just wipes off his face, wrinkles up his nose and says, “Ewwwww! Mom spit!”
