I Not Mad At You

I was heating up Love's leftovers from dinner the night before and she was dictating what she wanted and what she did'nt want.

Love-I only want the chicken...no bread K mom.

Me-Ok...do you want chips too?

Love-No

Me-How about apple sauce?

Love-Yes pwease

I am cutting up the chicken tenders and she notices that I left a little piece on the baking sheet

Love-What about dat one?

Me-Just eat what is on your plate first...you have a bunch.

So once she is finished she walks over to the stove and notices the chicken is gone.

Love-What happened to dat piece of chicken?

Me-I ate it...I'm sorry don't be mad (pretending as if I am crying)

Love-I not mad at you mom...look at my face do I look mad (with a huge smile on her face) Give me a hug...I not mad!