When you have a crap ton of kids like I do, they definitely categorize themselves.
I have my bossy one.. .Rilyn.
My patience tester.... CJ.
My sweet one... Raigen.
And my wild one... Ryker.
While, at times CJ is sweet, I wouldn't often use that word to describe him.
Raigen is the one that evvvvvvvery morning will tell me how pretty I look as soon as she sees me. Even if I haven't dressed, put on makeup, or even brushed my hair.
The other morning CJ tried to tell me just how pretty I looked, bless his heart.
It went like this:
Me: "Hey yall, does this sweater look Christmas-y?"
CJ: "Mom, you look so pretty and Christmas-y!"
Me: "Thanks bud!"
CJ: "Like, if you were wearing white with that red you would look just like Mrs. Claus!"
Just what every mom wants to hear.... .
