This morning I put on a new pair of black boots as Rose ate french toast. Ok, I wore the boots while I made french toast, kinda like a new age Donna Reed.
While admiring my find she said, "Mom, remember Monday night how I slept on the couch after 2:10 a.m.? Well, before I got on the couch, I peeked into your shoe box. I couldn't help it. They were so pretty."
So my daughter may not have my genes but she has my love of Anne Klein shoes. I smiled and said, finish your french toast in the most motherly moment I think I have had thus far.
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