A mothers art

Yesterday in the car on the way home from the grocery store:

Kate: mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy ....

.... and so on.

She didn't need anything. She was just saying mommy over and over and over again, in a sing-songy voice.

About half way home, I started laughing because I had finally tuned her back in and realized what she was doing -- which just made her sign it louder.

My brain occasionally goes on autopilot for a couple minutes. It just needs a couple minutes to process the day or get caught up, without the constant chatter and background noise from the kids.

But, then it's back.

... And listening to an encore rendition of "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy."

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