Dear K,
I have to start off by saying you are by far the funniest child ever. Since Dad and A had another engagement, it is just you and me home this evening. As I am writing this, you are doing my hair (No, I will not provide a picture). My time home started out a little rocky. I was very snippy, and a little tired. Of course, as I write this, I have a motion due tomorrow, and tons of reading. None of that matters though, because right now, It is mommy and daughter time. Auntie, who lives downstairs was relaxing until she had to take cousin E to practice. You being the serious animator, began trying on her shoes. The best part was when you tried to trade your black boots for hers. Except for the fact that you wear a size 1, and she wears a 7, you may have been successful. After shoe shopping, you decided you wanted to do my hair. You will soon realize that doing a nappy black woman’s natural hair is a feat like no other.
The best part is that as you began doing my hair, you asked me, “Mommy, how was school today?” I nearly cried, but instead chuckled with a, “Good, how was your day at school?” That exchange was a classic line I will never forget. For a minute you were the concerned mom tending to her daughter, and I was the kid.
Don’t worry, that will only happen once in a lifetime, or at least once until I am 80.
Love you a lot,
Mom
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