My REAL Mum
One afternoon, I was making dinner, standing at the counter with my back to our three youngest children. Katie and Anthony were lounging around the kitchen table, with three-year-old Lucy perched like a little elf on a high stool, happily swinging her legs.
Simply making conversation, Katie who was about eight, asked Lucy,
“Lucy, who’s your favorite, mum or dad?”
Lucy replied,”Both!”
I looked over my shoulder and intruded on their conversation,
“Smart answer, Lucy.”
Lucy was not done, though,
“But she’s not my real mum, Mary is.” continue
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