“Momma, will you come watch me beat Mario Kart?”
*Now granted this is the third time he had asked me to stop what I was doing to come watch him play his video game, the first two times of which I kindly obliged without hesitation.*
“Sure bud, just let me finish drying my hair.”
“But Momma, I need you to come now! When will you be done getting ready?”
“Well give me two seconds, it just takes Momma a little while to look beautiful.”
“No Momma, you already are beautiful.”
*Sigh* He’s either the sweetest kid ever or he just knows how to get what he wants!