How many times a week do you find yourself thinking, "It is a good thing s/he is cute!" about your kid? More times than you can count probably - especially if you have a toddler. Take, for example, yesterday's incident.
LP greeted me in the kitchen when I returned from the grocery store. She noticed a box of cereal and deftly removed it from my reusable 'Solutions for Life' grocery bag. While I put the other purchases away, she managed to tear open the box and bag and dump all of the contents on the floor. Apparently, she was attempting to pour some into a bowl she had set up alongside it. After making some noises of exasperation, I sent her to the Hoos so I would not injure her.
Five minutes later she returns to the kitchen where I am now cleaning up aforementioned cereal, stands in front of me and holds her hands up in a questioning manner and asks, "What you do, Mommy?"