Seth and I were in the kitchen Saturday and he asked me a question…

Seth: “Mommy are you happy?”
Me: (Smile at Seth. Give him a hug.) “How can I not be? I’m with my wonderful little bunny. “
Seth: (Smiles back) “Mommy are you happy?”
Me: (Smiles back again) “Yes Seth, I am.”
Seth: (Decides this isn’t enough) “Mommy are you happy?”
Me: (Look at him quizzically because, haven’t I established this already?) “Ye-ah.”
Seth: “Mommy are you happy?”
Me: (said with irritated, curt tone) “Yes Bun. I’m happy.”
Seth: (pauses a few seconds then ventures yet again) “Mommy are you happy?”
Me: (Growing more irritated. WHAT is he trying to do to my sanity? I’m trying to do four things at once here!) “Yes Seth, now stop asking me that question. I’m HAPPY, I’m HAPPY! For the love of all things holy, I’m HAPPY!”

Yeah, I’m HAPPY dammit! (Pauses. Breathes slowly for 5 minutes. Then whips out candy bar — the one reserved for “emotional emergencies” — and slowly eats it. Whew. )

Ok, NOW I’m happy again….