I’m thankful that my child loves me so much that she feels a physical need for me when she is under the weather. I truly love [really, not even being sarcastic] holding her in her bed while she tries to fall asleep. I do. Even if she did, mere hours before, show me this picture–made at school in full view of teachers and maybe other parents–titled: Mommy When She is Angry.
I’m thankful that my child has the dexterity to make my angry mouth look like a hairy, smelly, evil death trap. And I’m thankful that even though I unfortunately have a penchant for biting the heads off newborn puppies, I also obviously have fantastic hair.