Whatever Else Is Going On, At Least I'm A Rockstar

I am feeling pathetic. And old. And sorry for myself. And generally not in the best of spirits these days, although there are increasing indications that better times, they are a' comin'. But I will not write about all that, not yet anyway. Instead, I just want to share this story, about a moment which, in and of itself, totally made my day at the moment it happened.

So on Saturday, I took both kids to Bagel Cafe, the bagel store in the local mall. We go there a lot--it's Eli's favorite eatery (I can't quite call it a "restaurant"--it's not that fancy). It was mid-afternoon, and thus it was not at all a busy time at the bagel store; so I let Eli sit and hang out at one of the tables by himself while I took Isaac up to the counter with me to pay for our bagels.

As I'm standing there, from across the store (about 30 or 40 feet away), I hear, in a piercing, loud, little-kid voice:

"MOM!"

"Yeah, Eli?"

"I LOVE YOU!"

(grin)

"I love you too."

"YOU'RE A ROCKSTAR!"

(snort)

"Uh...you are too, honey."

(See, sometimes that whole "little pitchers have big ears" thing works out in my favor...)