This morning, I was preparing dinner. The grower was teething on a mini yellow pepper, the dancer and builder were snacking on cheese and apples, watching me work. Dido was singing from the laptop at lastfm.com. I was singing along with her, something I do often. The builder looked up at me, looked at the radio, and asked, “Is that you momma?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Is that you singing in the music?” he asked again. “No,” I smiled, “but I sure like Dido and her song.”
There was a warmth in my heart. Something about compliments from the honesty of little people. Made my day!