I am a wife-the wind beneath my husband's wings... A mother-the protective arm around my two dynamos. When I am not being a wife and a mother, I am the woman comfortably nestled in "My Rocking Cradle".
Around 6:30 pm. Just entered the house. Little Dynamo: (looking out of the glass window) It’s night time. Me: Yeah, that’s why we are inside the house already. Little Dynamo: And all the boys. Inside their house also. Me: Good, you got it right. Little Dynamo: And all the titas. And all the friends. [...]
On the way home from dinner, we passed by the bank. While hubby was on the ATM, Little Dynamo took out his bonnet. Refusing to put it back, I pretended to throw it on the garbage can. He cried until hubby carried him. While on his daddy’s arms: Hubby: Why did you cry? Little Dynamo: Mommy [...]
