My Athlete is home sick from school this week and stayed in bed a long, long time this morning. After telling his sister 4,833 times to put on her uniform, brush her hair and put her lunchbox in her backpack we were ready to leave.
I stopped by The Athlete's bedroom to kiss him and tell him goodbye. He was sweet as pie, of course, and tugged at my heart a little when I turned to leave.
I didn't know The Princess was in the doorway behind me and was BLOWN AWAY when she said:
"I'm sorry you're sick. I hope you feel gooder."
I thought I might burst into tears or buy her a pony on the way to school. Unsolicited kindness does not come from this child's mouth. It was a moment to be treasured for years to come.
And then she said:
"Don't touch my stuff with your sick hands."
Oh right. There's my daughter. Go get in the car.