Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Motherly Secrets

Abby looked up from her own lunch to eye mine.

"What's in your bowl?" she asked.

"Leftover squash soup," I replied.

"Is there more?"

"No. This is the last of it."

A twinkle of triumph lit in her eyes. "Good, because I don't like it!" she exclaimed, stuffing a large bite of her own lunch into her mouth--a leftover-squash-soup-spice muffin.

There might have been a twinkle in my own eyes.

1 comment:

Gramma said...

Good job, Mom!