Monday, May 24, 2010

hug THIS, kid

I tried to hug my daughter this weekend and she stiff-armed me with a stern, “Mom. No.” I said, “Why?” She said, “I don’t hug family members. Only my friends.”

Well, let me tell you something, missy.

I gave BIRTH to you and I wiped your hiney and I taught you cuss words and you know the one normal thumb you have? I gave you that. Half of your chromosomes, your brown eyes, and your chins. All me, baby.

If you weren’t bigger than me and freakishly strong, I would’ve hugged you anyway. Instead, I put cat food in your dinner. Hug THAT.



Ann @ makethebestofthings said...

They can break your heart without a twinge of remorse. That comes later, hopefully. In the meantime, there's the cat food.

TLC said...

wet cat food mixed in hamburger meat is also a good pay back. I'm just saying

Kris Henderson said...

You made me laugh!

scrappygal said...

Yes my boys are now not wanting to hug me either, so I got a puppy. Pitiful huh? Whatever, she is a lap dog and hey whatever, I get my fill.