My Tommy brought me flowers.
And shrimp. And bread. AND after dinner HE made DESSERT.
A certain little boy was supposed to be nursing when my Tommy handed me my dessert bowl. Just as I was getting ready to take my first bite a tiny little hand lifted up to see what it might be able to grab.
Daddy took him so I could finish my dessert without having to mop the floor afterward. He may not have been within reaching distance, but he could still look.
And pretend to taste.