No crying, Mama!

I would have to think that the words I say my oldest would get repeated to me at some point. She spilled three cups of milk yesterday, after the second I decided to mop the floor, and so I did! Hands, Knees and a scrub brush! The third cup was devastating. Anyone who has ever spilled milk knows when it dries it's a sticky mess, and you can never get all of it. It was the last straw, this Mama started to ball. Yes, I cried over spilled milk. Only a mother would understand this frustration. While muttering to myself about how it's not fair, i'm not these people's slave, and why did it have to be milk (yes, I reverted back to about 4th grade on that one) my two year old comes up and stands next to me. I look up at her and she says in a loving yet firm voice, 'Mama, no crying!' A phrase I tell her quite often due to the fact that we have a bit of a drama queen over here! 'Help clean up, I lovers you!'. As I got even more teary due to the fact that this girl is so aggravating, yet wonderful, she put her hands on my shoulders and says 'Mama, come here, help clean the bathroom.'

You guessed it, it wasn't just milk I cleaned up yesterday.