I can explain

Yesterday, we all slept to the point that we were rushing around trying to get ready for church. At some point, I forgot to rinse the conditioner out of Little's hair, which resulted in a very sleek looking hairdo.

The good news is that I'm the Sunday School teacher, so the lesson cannot technically begin until I get there, which is a good thing considering it was ten after when we pulled into the parking lot.

Our wonderful pastor had someone who worked with the children to ask them why their mommies are so special.

"(Little) says her mommy is special because...."

I let her cook with me.

I read to her every night.

I kiss her bo-bos.

I tickle her back, like a million times a day.

No. None of these.