Every Mother’s Day, the kids make me a card with a picture of me on it. And every year, they get the resemblance down a little bit closer. I think this year’s portrait in Tyler’s card is spot-on. Except for the part about my being a big-headed spider. Other than that, it’s like looking in a mirror.
Eva: “Mama! I want an M&M cookie!”
Me: “No, Eva. You didn’t eat all your chicken. You have to put the good guys in your belly before the bad guys. Otherwise, no one will be there to fight the bad guys off.”
Eva: “But I don’t like the good guys!”
Me: “Why not?”
Eva: “I don’t have time for the good guys. They’re not tasty. I only like the bad guys!”
And so it begins…
Eva, sitting on Doug’s shoulders and looking up at the sky: “Daddy, look! An airplane!”
Doug: “Wow, look at that! I wonder who’s in that airplane?”
Eva: “Maybe it’s Van Halen!”
Nah. She’s not too much under her father’s influence.