Lately we've been having several late starts to the school day -- snow overnight, not enough to be fun or even bothersome, but the school district apparently learned its lesson the other day and now, if there is even a whisper of snow in the forecast, we have late openings.
That's actually okay with me -- Rachel gets to sleep late; Drew and I start our mornings at our regular times, and then I get to squeeze in some interviews or writing before Rachel wakes up and I get to have a nice, relaxed breakfast before she gets to go to school. And, of course, we get some Mommy/Rachel cuddle time, which is always a bonus!
The other day during one of those mornings, Rachel launched herself into my lap (I was sitting in the papasan in the office). She was especially cuddly in her new turquoise bathrobe, which brings out the color of her eyes.
"Your gray hair," she remarked, looking at some of my silvery strands. "I think you're secretly 99 years old.
"RACHEL!!!" I shrieked.
"Rachel!" Drew chided from the dining room. "Mommy's only 85!"
Clearly, I cannot win with this family.
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