Day 2,304

The Constant Requests

“Mom, I just woke up and I can’t walk right. Please fix my pant leg. Please. Right now. It can’t wait.”

“Dad, read this book to me, please. I LOVE my animal book. My favorite is the icky snail. ‘Kkkkkk’ means ‘ick’ and that’s how I say snail. And elephants blow their trunks like this, Dad. Lift your arm high in the air and make a sneezing noise!”

“Mom, please don’t take pictures of me right immediately after my nap. It’s rude and I’m cranky. So quit. Please. Mom, I don’t care how cute I look to you. I’m serious, Mom. Stop it.”

“Mom, the baby is in the basket. Will you please not make any noise? She’s tired and I’m putting her to sleep. So shhhhhhhh Mom. No, you can organize your closet another time. This is more important.” 

“Mom, we’re STARVING for smoothies. Can you make them for us, please? And can you make extra so we can also make smoothie popsicles? We need them. Our tummies told us so. They don’t lie. Neither do our tastebuds. Mom, your smoothies are really delicious. Can we make them right now? Like, right this second. Now. Please.”



“Mom, can we please tell you something? We’re crazy about you even though sometimes we make you crazy. And Dad. He’s the best.”