I hit the shower while Love of My Life and La C trudge downstairs for breakfast accompanied by Disney music. (I actually downloaded the Tarzan soundtrack to my exercise playlist!). LOML dutifully makes our coffee and feeds the cat who hates him. La C settles in to her chew in a bowl with milk and a bib and a spoon. Basically Cinnamon Life cereal but it has been "chew" since she could first talk. And it is never just "chew". It is "chew in a bowl with milk and a bib and a spoon". And I love that.
Meanwhile, I am upstairs hollering at NPR.
You see, NPR and I have many deep and meaningful conversations. We have engaged in numerous debates. And sometimes, we disagree. Loudly.
Every morning I listen to NPR while I get dressed. And I am not afraid to give them a piece of my mind. I stick out my tongue. Stop mid-mascara and google a fact to rebut. I applaud. And sometimes I threaten to write a letter telling them what I really think. I love it, I really do!
LOML puts up with this every day, complacently shaving and eyeing me in the mirror while I rant and wave my toothbrush around in the air.
The other morning as I yelled "Ha! You have got to be kidding me!" I turned around to see two little eyes peering at me from under the covers of our bed.
I went over to La C and said "Boo, you know Mommy is not mad or upset, right? I am just talking to the radio."
"Okay.", she said. "If you are not mad, what is wrong?"
"Nothing. Mommy's just passionate!".
Beats telling her I'm a raving lunatic.