Now, for the other side of story. Yesterday around 8 p.m. my son was lying on my lap. He had had his dinner and was really drowsy. I lifted him in my arms like I would do a wee little baby and carried him up the stairs.
He asked me: "Amma, do you have the strength to carry me upstairs?"
I said:
"I will carry you upstairs
As long as I have some strength
But when I grow old and have no strength,
Will you care for me the same way?"
He immediately retorted "No, I will not take care of you"
Shocked, I asked "Why?"
He replied without one bit hesitation "You always shout and scream at me. That's why."
Mother's Day ended this way for me!!!
ah... Calvin's avatar!
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