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Marshmallow Man Melts Mama

February 3, 2010

Exhaustesd.

Looking at a pile of dishes.,
lunches to make,
a pile two people deep of laundry to fold on the bed.

I sigh.

Mom, Can I tell something? Sam asks from next to the floor heater, where he sits in the morning, or after the bath. Or when he has something important to tell me.

In a slightly exasperated, what else could I need to respond to now voice, I answer; What?

I just want to thank you for everything you do for this family. Is all. He says, smiling. Gentle.

Light pulses through my body; Thank yo sweetie. That may be the nicest thing I’ve heard all week, or year.

Pause.

Mom? Is that worth a marshmallow?

Laughter.

Yes, and several more after that.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. February 4, 2010 3:27 pm

    So cute! Charm and negotiation.. you may have the next Barack Obama on your hands lol.

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