A Good Kid
As I was hugging Lyss goodbye this morning before heading to work, she asked, “Do you want me to stop Dad from helping Livie with her homework tonight?”
I replied, “No, I don’t think he’ll try and help ever again. But thanks.”
She smiled and went back to brushing her teeth.
She’s a good one, that girl.
Our homework saga from the night before isn’t worth rehashing. I will just say that everyone learned their lesson. Some lessons were more painful than others but everyone learned.
As I started down the stairs, she called to me. “I’ll just keep an eye on them, play referee if I have to.”
I laughed and headed to work, confident that there would be one level head in the house until I got home.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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