This morning, my youngest daughter warmed my heart. I was leaving for the airport for a conference, and she spoke with my husband about all he would have to do to take care of her after school. In particular, she talked about her regular play dates and the ever crucial snack.
“You know,” she says, “Mom puts out great snacks for us after school.”
He says, “I can do all of that. I can make snacks as great as mom.”
She just looked at him and said, “I don’t think so.”