My daughter and I think so alike. No wonder we’re best friends.
Me: “Jazz, how do you feel about mommy going back to work? I’ll drop you off to school, Papa will pick you up, and I’ll be home by 5.”
Jazzy: (sniffle/cry) “Mommy, no!”
Me: “But Jazz, I need a real job so I can buy you what you want.”
Jazzy: “Why can’t you just get more people to buy your paintings so you can do what you love and I can be with my Mommy?”
Oh Jazz… how I wish it were that easy…
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