lunch @ maccas
can a mother beam more with pride?
we had lunch together at McDonald’s today. he got out of the stroller, climbed up the highchair, got in (tho he needed help to sort out his legs), then proceeded to poke the straw into his drink, eat the nuggets, scoop the corn, managing his lunch his way. I was absolutely hands off and could eat my lunch without having to bother about him except to offer him a wipe for his hands.
I stared and watched him eat his lunch. And I got a wee tinsy bit emotional. He had this “mom, I got this” look on his way. Oh and he randomly calls me “mom”.