Gavin insisted we start today with marshmallows.
I’d missed out on our usual morning cuddle in front of Curious George because I was distracted, frantically picking up the last pieces of clutter so our housekeeper could do her job today. Ryan fed Gavin breakfast and got him dressed, and before I knew it, it was time to go. I rushed him to the door, already thinking about the meeting I would be late for when he asked, “Please have marshmallow?”
I looked down at his ornery little smirk and melted. Even at 2 and a half, this kid already knows how to sucker his Momma with a single look. We opened the pantry doors together and he grabbed the bag of jumbo marshmallows excitedly. “One for me,” he said, “and one for Mommy!”
“Oh, no thanks, buddy,” I said. “You have one.”
“YES!” he said. “Mommy need marshmallow, too!”
So there we sat—eating jumbo marshmallows together on the kitchen floor—late for daycare, late for work, but utterly happy.
Then I saw this quote when I was out at lunch today. “Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy marshmallows, which are kinda the same thing.”
Coincidence? I think not.