From my position in the driver’s seat, I glance back at the talkative toddler in the back. Her expressions are full and real and as I shift my gaze between the mirror and the road, I find myself doing so to insure that it is still my sweet little girl, with words and ideas that seem so far beyond her two years. As I listen to her discussion about what we should have for lunch, I find myself loving her even more – and enjoying the chance to follow her lead and just listen and respond. Having settled on “Mac n’ Cheese” she stops and purses her lips…thinking.
“And I don’t want it warm,” she declares.
“You don’t?” I ask, assuming that she wants it cold, which honestly makes me cringe.
“Nope. I want it hot, like a grown-up!”
This post was written as part of a monthly challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers, to encourage writing and community. The goal is to write a Slice of Life entry each day throughout the month of March.