Thursday, September 2, 2010

Your Mama Won

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had enough. The slight flicking when you spoke, the way it hung way lower than all the rest. I gathered up my memories of floss and doors, wet washcloths and salt water and I climbed in the bed with you. You knew it was coming. You didn't go down without a fight. But Mama won. Oh yes she did, your Mama won.

1 comment:

  1. He's not sporting the "Nanny McPhee" look anymore? Oh, Big...tooth number 4! I wish I had been there! Love, love, love you.