Sorry

This morning, at precisely 7:19 am, Big Kid came to me and asked a question.

"Can we play Sorry, mommy?"

Now aside from the fact that it was 7:19 am, Sorry is one of my least favorite board games. It's right up there with Chutes and Ladders. (Have you seen the new version? It's the worst!) And there were a million things that I needed to do at that time. I had to sweep the floors and fold the mountain of laundry that has taken over the chair and feed the cat and clean up the breakfast dishes and...

I didn't say any of this, but I groaned. "I haven't even had breakfast yet, bud."

And how did Big Kid replay?

"I'll make you some breakfast, mommy!"

Many days, my children make me crazy with their demands and neediness. There are moments, however, that remind me of how sweet their little spirits are. They are kind. They can look past my perceived flaws as a mom. They can be giving and generous toward me even when my mind is elsewhere. They are not yet corrupted and ruled by outside demands and running to-do lists. Life really is as simple as chocolate chip pancakes and a game of Sorry on a cool Friday morning. 

So Big Kid and I played Sorry after breakfast. And he kicked my butt.

Afterward, he had two questions:

"Can we play again?"

and 

"Can we go to Chuck E Cheese today?"

Sigh.