“That’s sweet of you.”
She held up her polish bottle with a knowing expression.
“And if anyone’s mean, you know what to do.”
I couldn’t help laughing.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate office behavior.”
“Well, it worked on the airplane!”
I couldn’t argue. After finishing her nails, I tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead.
“Goodnight, my little troublemaker.”
“Goodnight, Mommy. Good luck tomorrow!”
I turned out the light, smiling. Tomorrow would be interesting.
The next morning, I dressed in my favorite navy-blue pantsuit, brewed strong coffee, and checked my messages. Three were waiting, all related to my ten o’clock meeting. I answered a couple of questions and checked the time.
Megan sat at the kitchen table eating cereal, two oversized toy rings gleaming on her fingers.
