The other morning, I peeked into Millie's bed to check if she was still sleeping. Her eyes were wide awake, and she had guilt written all over her face--like I had caught her in the act of not sleeping when she was supposed to. And then it hit me.
I'm a mom.
I had given my parents that same look when I thought I was smarter than they were, and could get away with breaking rules in the name of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
And then there was the look that meant, "Are you crazy?"
(Sorry the picture is so blurry. I took it on my phone...)
But now, I'm on the other end. What am I going to say when Millie is in kindergarten and asks me if she can have a cell phone or an iPad? Or worse, when we're having dance parties in the kitchen and she gives me that "are you crazy?" look, am I going to just tell her that those moves were cool in "my day"?
Luckily for me, I have all kinds of blackmail photos already. Like this one of little miss binkie-ear.