My little Beckett is going to be a heart-breaker; I can predict it already. Almost every morning he comes upstairs and crawls into my yet unmade bed, looks over at me, reaches out his arms and says, "Mo-o-o-m, I need some snuggles." It is the CUTEST thing ever.
This morning, I was running a little behind. Beckett and I aren't REALLY on a schedule in the morning, when he gets to preschool, he gets there, I don't pay attention to what time it is. The store doesn't open until 10, so if we're running behind, so what. We usually leave a little before Doug and Frank and sometimes a little after. For whatever reason, Beck was anxious to get to school today. I was still in the bathroom fixing my hair or something and he came and said, "Mo-o-o-m (the only way he ever says mom), WHEN are you going to be ready to go?" I answered, "I just have to brush my teeth and make the bed and then we can go." He says, "I'll just sit here and watch you, because then you'll go faster." Oh really?
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