A few years ago I was in my kitchen with all of my kids except the youngest. We were getting ready for school. The baby comes into the kitchen, sees the activity and promptly asks me to make his lunch (his nickname, by the way, is “Elbows Up.” Clasp your hands behind your head with your elbows up and you’ll get the full picture of my little guy’s opinion of work.).
The other kids all turn around with eyebrows raised in amusement and look matter-of-factly at the little tike.
“No,” I say emphatically.
He turns to his then 8-year old sister, “Can you make my lunch for me? Mommy won’t do it and none of my friends have to make theirs.”
My 8-year-old replies, “No. You’re 6 years old and in kindergarten now, you can make your own. Here’s the bread.”
One of the things I hear so many mamas…
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