Patty Cake

A couple days ago, I was sitting here, at my desk, glaring at the never-ending stack of bills to be sorted out, paid, and put away, and I heard "Patty cake patty cake patty cake patty cake . . ." I looked over, there, on the floor, next to me, are my boys, sitting and laughing and clapping their hands. Beau is lacking a little in rhyming ability, granted, but he's just taught Hemi how to clap! Part of the fun of having two close in age, I'm finding, is that the older teaches the younger things you didn't know the older knew. You know what? I like being a mommy.