Littles Monsters have my heart

Some days, the children are spectacularly awful. All day. No matter the environment. The locale. The number of times yelled at.

They are sent to bed with no cuddles or stories. Gruff goodnights and a scowling face.

Then, in the quiet of the evening, I will sneak in for a glimpse at their little faces and I turn into a total softie.

The smallest monster heard me sneak in to cover him up.

I'm drink-y, he said.

I was undone. I held his chubba little paw and we shuffled to the bathroom for a tiny cup of water. Then I really caved and scooped him up for a kiss and a cuddle.

It's no wonder they push it as far as they do. They know Mama is a fool for a sweet cheek and a lispy voice.

Here's what a Terrible Beastie looks like disguised as a 4 year old.  This is also what a leprechaun looks like when he shops at Trader Joe's.