I’m pretty sure given the choice today my kids would trade me in…

For a new model. Less scratches. Maybe not as many dents. 

They fought a lot today. 

They wanted to have a nerf battle, but someone got hurt. And then someone else got hurt. 

And everyone was mad. 

And I was just tired. 

And a little impatient. Then a lot. 

But they kept me. Maybe because I have character- maybe because I’m soft and comfortable. 

Maybe because I’ve never wanted to trade them in. 

I wanted to keep them. Because I don’t think any trade would be as valuable or beautiful as they are. 

Even if they hog the bed. 

I love every scrape, dent, inch of their little souls.