Rockstar

So just to go off yesterday’s post. Just so you don’t think my world is falling apart or anything. I’ve got a little story today.  I walk by my girl’s room and she’s singing to herself and playing with her toys. I pause and watch her for a bit. She notices me doing so and turns her face to me. She smiles. And when she smiles, I mean her eyebrows go up and become triangular, and her eyes are bright, and her nose wrinkles and she grins at me. That’s what I mean, by she smiles. I say to her, “You know what? You’re a Rockstar.” “I know, Mama. I knew you were gonna say something like that.” ...