There are moments in parenting that catch you completely off guard. Moments that make you pause, smile, and think: Where on earth did that come from? This was one of them.
We were just sitting there, doing nothing special, when Miss J. (age 7 years and 4 months, a very precise and important age) dropped this gem of cosmic wisdom:
Today, I was a child again. For one whole day, I became the daughter of my daughter, and she—my spirited, witty little girl—became my mom. Sounds complicated? Not really. Just wildly entertaining.
We decided to swap roles for the day. And so, this morning, I stayed in bed longer than usual, lazily scrolling between tablet, phone, and my book. I read sneakily, of course—because kids only read under threat of losing screen privileges, right? When my eyes started to blur from too many gadgets, I shouted:
“Moooom, I’m huuungriiie!”
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