I was in the kitchen when I heard my toddler daughter say, Look, Mommy. Look. Come see what I did.
Of course, with an introduction like that, I wasnt sure what to expect. I had just left heralone in her room for five minutes — five full minutes — and what I did could mean any number of things, but since my hands were still deep in our overflowing sink and whatever it was surely couldnt get any worse, I yelled back: Be right there, sweetheart. Im just finishing up the dishes.
OK she said, but before I could pick up another glass I heard her little feet stomping down the hallway. My hands were still soapy and wet when she reached my side.
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!
I could hear the excitement in her voice — it was palpable — so I quickly rinsed up and shut off the water.