"Good morning, mama ..."
I immediately turned to the small voice behind me. I am in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. When I saw my son Logan I quickly left the cooking and immediately approached him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good morning too, my baby. How's your sleep?"
"Sleep well, mom..."
I smiled at him before I went back to what I was doing a while ago. I quietly resumed cooking as I occasionally turned to the quiet child sitting at the table.
"Mom?"
"hmmm?" I answered him while I was busy stirring up our breakfast.
I just cooked a simple breakfast that I know is my son’s favorite.
"Can I come with Papa Andrew in his office? I promise I'll behave there.?"
A happy smile came out of my lips because of what my son said. Until now I'm still not used to the fact that wherever he wants to go or he wants to go with his father he always asks my permission first.