The thundering kind of lovely. There are few natural things that I love better than thunder. It is so powerful in such a comforting way. I am not sure when piddle-causing childhood terror turned into comfort, but somewhere in my tween years it (thankfully) made that transition.
M and I are the only ones in the house. Well, Tanner is in the basement somewhere, but he is sleeping which means he basically doesn't exist. A few minutes ago M started playing with something he probably shouldn't get into, so I gave him a mom look, and told him to "be careful".
As if to back up my mothering wisdom, a wave of booming thunder followed immediately after I finished speaking. I held my mom expression on M as if that follow up had actually been part of my plan. I wish he was six, and could think I actually had powers. He did back away, so....that could mean something.
Don't you mom's wish that the Heavens and nature backed up your authority all of the time in such a commanding and obvious way?
I guess I know my new dream super power.
aaaaand here is a picture of my child playing naked on the stairs with a bottle of Tylenol....because that's how we roll.
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I thought my mom had eyes in the back of her head, until I realized there was a mirror in front of her. However, I still think she has magickal powers (yes I spelled it that way for effect) Also, you're an awesome mom
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