Kitten starts gymnastics class tonight. Or, as she calls it, "gymtaskits." She is very excited, even though she can't wear a skirt.
The other day, as I was getting her ready in the morning, she said to me, completely out of the blue, "Mommy... you're a good mommy." Yes, I melted. I turned into a little puddle of mom.
She's also been copping some serious attitude with me lately, saying things like "Whatever, MOM," and "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!" Did I miss something? Did ten years go by and I not realize it yet? If so, my, she's awfully short. Perhaps I should take her to a doctor.