Somethings just seem innately born into us like our (speaking to the women) mothering instinct. All you have to do is watch a bunch of little girls play with dolls and you know they just come that way. And well I guess Alex has it.
Me: "Oh shoot!"
Me: "Oh just some of this meat juice squirted everywhere when I was getting it out of the package."
Alex: "That's okay. You have hands right? You can clean it up. At least you have hands and feet so you can walk. So that's a good thing right?"
All I could think was Wow.
But, this motherly instinct doesn't always win out with her- her inner-diva
We were eating ravioli with red sauce. Alex set her fork down on her plate at one point but it slid and the handle got covered with sauce.
Alex: "Oh no! Forky! (when she is in drama mode everything gets a y at the end) It's all messy and covered with sauce!" she wailed
Me: "Then just get a new fork."
Alex: "No! I want this one!"
Me: "Then get a towel and wipe it off."
Alex: "But then the towel would get all saucy!"
At this point Lucas handed Alex a clean fork.
"Mmmm, thank you" Alex said while hugging the new fork.
Me: "Miss, you are lucky you have a brother that takes such good care of you."
So yes, I can't complain about meat juice squirting since I have hands and feet after all- but heaven forbid sauce get on the handle of her fork.
What is your Proud Mommy Moment this week?