Children are just precious. They have such a small frame of reference when they form their little opinions.
I was tooling about on PicsArt last night when Pants sauntered over to see what I was up to. I had been uploading some old Halloween pics of yesteryear.
"Ooooh mama, you pretty mama! So pretty! Oh mama", he said in his most adorable voice. The one that I call his "completely blown away" voice. He even went one step further and tenderly cupped my face.
He had never seen anything more breathtakingly beautiful in the whole of his life, it seemed, than his mother staring defiantly into the camera dressed as a variation on a drunken housewife/ Anna Nicole Smith fresh home from the bar on Halloween night and cupping her underboob.
Nope. Nothing more beautiful than that.
I was tooling about on PicsArt last night when Pants sauntered over to see what I was up to. I had been uploading some old Halloween pics of yesteryear.
"Ooooh mama, you pretty mama! So pretty! Oh mama", he said in his most adorable voice. The one that I call his "completely blown away" voice. He even went one step further and tenderly cupped my face.
He had never seen anything more breathtakingly beautiful in the whole of his life, it seemed, than his mother staring defiantly into the camera dressed as a variation on a drunken housewife/ Anna Nicole Smith fresh home from the bar on Halloween night and cupping her underboob.
Nope. Nothing more beautiful than that.
{Sunday's Pearl: Something kind of like wisdom wrapped up in an idea or random bit of something or another. It
might be something awesome, something awful or a lesson that I learned during the week. Every Sunday I put that lesson here. Let my wisdom words inspire or frighten you. xoxox, Mama Pants}
