I had forgotten how special it can be to spend a few quiet hours with just one of my kids instead of several harried hours with all three.

 
Greg took two of the girls to a swim meet, leaving Chloe and I at home to host an all day Mom & Me extravaganza.

 
We played cards, we coloured, we sipped tea (mine piping hot from the biggest mug I could find, hers cold resembling watered down milk and from the miniature cup from the doll house). We went on an adventure to the grocery store where she marched over to the bakery and loitered in front of the “Free Cookie” sign and coughed until someone took the bait and waved some chocolate chips from behind a dangerously long pair of tongs, never exposing their face or hair-net to the public. The risk of their identity being revealed is far too great. They’d never be able to walk to their car after a shift without being mugged by a gang of toddlers for icing sugar.

 
Chloe helped pack the groceries and when the clerk asked, “Do you like the movie Frozen?”

 
My child replied, “Well the Mom and Dad die you know.” Really? That’s what you took away from that movie?

 
She asked me things like, “Mom, do you want to know why I think adults are so lazy?”

 
Huh. Not really.

 
“It’s because kids always want to go to water parks and adults would rather rest.”

 
She has a point.