Random Thoughts: on mother and child
I spent the weekend with my parents, and it occurred to me that no matter how old I get I’ll always be the kid.
And my mom will always be my mom…
Me: “Hey Momma, is Louis’ bed still in here?”
Me: “Hey Momma, where’s my soda? ”
Me: “Hey Momma, is this my plate in the oven?”
On Friday night, my mom cooked the dinner, and then cleaned everything up by herself, before I was even done eating. But when I put my plate in the dishwasher…
Mom: “Thanks for doing that.”
No, thank you Mommy!
Here are some pictures: