Every morning, as I'm getting ready for work, my sweet little girl sits on my bed and watches cartoons.
Every morning, she yells for me, I come into the room, and she smiles, pats the bed beside her, and asks me to sit. "sit mama, sit."
Every morning, I tell her I can't. That mommy has to get ready.
Every once in awhile I will sit down, and she quickly snuggles into my body, and smiles up at me. When I get up again, she calls for me... "sit mama. sit". And I tell her I can't.
Every morning, she cries a little.