Minding

Dear Caden,

I am cooking dinner and you are busy supervising my every move by standing underneath my feet. You are inspecting everything I do, keeping a watchful eye I assume, to make sure I don't sneak vegetables in. You have a knack for being in the same area that I need to be in - resulting in me constantly trying to move you. Exasperated I ask, "Caden, can you PLEASE move?" You stand there and move your pinky toe and nothing else. I look at you, "Caden, please move. Do you mind?" You look at me with your big brown eyes and say, "No, I no mind." At least you are honest.

Love,
Mommy