My "Sparkles"

If I wasn't certain that this blog is read only by my family and gal pals, I would not include this story. So if you don't know me well, this may be TMI... just a little warning.

Today Bjorn brought home from Mother's Day Out a drawing of some people. Noticing that he was extra proud, I sat down with him so we could discuss it together.

"Who are these people, Bjorn?" I asked.

"It's you and Daddy! See, you are the fat one with the short legs."

A little wounded, I studied myself in his depiction. Then I noticed what seemed to be some (ahem) anatomical detail.

Convinced that I must be mistaken, I said, "Bjorn, what is this?" Sure enough, my suspicion proved to be true.

I was just a little taken aback!

So then I asked, "...And what are these?"

Pleased as punch, he chirped, "Those are your sparkles!"

Apparently, the "sparkles" God gave me were not quite sufficient. In this picture, I had seven!

Ah, out of the mouths of babes. I will remember this story with out-loud laughter for many, many years!