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!