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Apparently the husband and I do have a wisp of romance left in us still. That’s what I was told this morning at least. 

Crazy early morning, time’s ticking, and as always there’s a race at the kitchen table, getting son to chew quicker, munchkin’s hair to be tied, while I down the oatmeal. 

Daughter’s on her toes ready and one step outside the door, as she usually is the quickest one of all, and has more at stake by going in a minute tardy into her Math class as opposed to the son who can waltz into his elective (music) class. 

Husband walking past me: “you looking different today.”

Me: “eh?” 

Husband: “Yeah, your face looks smaller. Like how you looked way back.”

Me: “Oh, that’s coz I tied my hair in a braid.”

Husband: “Yeah, looks nice..”

Daughter clapping her hands: “Chop chop people, stop flirting and move it mom!” 

 

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So that’s how a 13 year old defines flirting? I had no idea! 

 

 

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