Briar: Hey Mama?

Me: Yes, baby.

B: Mama, can you wiggle it?

Me: Can I wiggle what, baby?

B: Can ya wiggle your stuff?

Me: My stuff?

B: You can do it, wiggle your stuff, mommy.

This exchange took place as I read an email from work. ‘Wiggle’ is Briar’s term for typing. I am relishing the day we are out in public and she let’s people know how her mama can wiggle her stuff…and Daddy, oh my, but Daddy simply has no idea the fun in store for him : Hey Daddy, wiggle your stuff, k?

Happy Birthday me, indeed.