This morning, as I got Mary Clare ready for school, she blessed me with one of her cheesy grins. After I complimented her on her beautiful smile, she said, "Mommy, now you show me your teef." After I obliged her with an equally cheesy grin, she said, "Your teef look good for work." And then she paused, did the three-year-old version of jazz hands and sang, "At Maaaaritzzzz!"
After a compliment and send off like that, how could I not be pumped to go into the office?
Happy Wednesday, friends. I hope your teef are work-ready as well.