A little while after removing the booger from my hair (see previous post), we finished our comfort food at the restaurant. The boys slurped their drinks and wiped their faces. My husband and I picked at the crumbs on our plates. This stop on our long road trip had given us a bit more energy to complete the journey. After paying our bill, we reluctantly got up from the table and inched toward the door. The boys held their boxed leftovers and complained. "Aww. I don't want to get into the car again. I'm tired." Son #1 whined. "No more car!" Son #2 chimed.
"Sorry guys." I said with a yawn. "We have to get in the car. We are not at Grandma and Grandpa's house yet."
"If we don't get in the car, we'll have to live here." My husband teased.
The boys' faces were stricken with fear as they raced to the car door. "No! No! We want to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house!" They yelled.
"Then, get in the car!" My husband laughed and we hurried the boys into their seats.
"Mom? Can you help me?" Son #1 asked.
"Sure." I responded. "What do you need?"
"I need help getting my seat belt buckled. My hands are full." Son #1 explained.
"Sure. Sure." I said as I buckled the seat belt. "How's that?"
"That's good." Son #1 said with a smile. "Thanks mom. You're a good mom."
I leaned over and kissed his forehead. We hugged. There is nothing like a sweet compliment from your child to brighten your day.