You were cooking dinner for your family, you were pregnant with your third child, you were due next month. Chad, your oldest boy, 8, came downstairs with his best friend.
"Mom, what's for dinner?"
"Food."
"What kind of food."
"Food that you eat, Chad, take the wipes and wipe the table for me please." You said to your son. Then you heard the front door open and your husband yell throughout the house,
"Honey! We're home!" He said referring to your youngest daughter, Emery. You just laughed at his awful attempt to mimic an old movie. They came into the kitchen and Emery gave you a hug, she's 4 years old.
"Mommy, when is the baby gonna pop out?" You smiled down at your daughter,
"Should be next month baby, dinners almost ready, can u get me 5 plastic plates, forks, and cups." You wanted her to practice counting so every day you have her get the plates and stuff out.
"Okay!" She said and went to get everything. "Mommy is this enough?" She asked as she placed the stuff on the counter, you counted everything and smiled down at her,
"Yep. Now go sit down." She walked off sitting next to Chad and his friend. You started to serve everything and place it on the table.
"Babe! Come eat!" You yelled to your husband who went to his room to change out of his work clothes. He came to the table and you all started to eat. It was a perfect night.😊
(I'm aware how cliche this is and it's probably not even your 'perfect night' but cliche is good sometimes. No Hat3!)
