Friday, December 16, 2011


Last night was the preschool Christmas show for the two littlest girls. BabyGirl sang her heart out and rang her bells with gusto. Peanut recited her lines for "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" pretty well for a kid who refused to practice.

Then we got to the car and it was dead. So there was a scramble to stay warm and call Triple A while Husband tried to fix it and Grampy came to ferry kids home.

And I guess, in all that shuffle and scramble, perhaps their performances got lost a little, because this morning Peanut asked me this:

"Mommy, you know my show? My show with my friends? Was it....was it...was it...proud making?"

I told her it was the best show I'd ever seen. Very proud making.

Sometimes, even when they don't mean to, your kids can break your heart.

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