Occasionally my girls do say nice things to me. Although their comments sometimes come with a sting too.
Yesterday I was applying moisturiser in a vain attempt to lessen the 'knackered lone parent' look I am currently sporting. My 3 year old was watching.
3 year old: Why are you doing that mummy?
Me: I'm trying to make my face look beautiful. Is it working?
3 year old: No. (Yeah, thanks honey, need to teach you some skills in 'white' lying) Are you going to put it on your legs?
Me: No, why do you think I should?
3 year old: No, your legs are beautiful already.
Aww, you see, she does love me a little bit. Or rather she does love some little bits of me.
This morning after waking, my girls were lying in my bed (no they hadn't been there all night... for once). Eldest claimed youngest smelled like tea and lemons that were a bit old. Not sure that was all that complimentary but I was impressed by her descriptive powers nonetheless.
Me: What do I smell like then? (fearing the worst)
6 year old: A kiss.
Awwww. That makes up for her wanting to move out on me earlier in the week. And then some.