My darling son is sometimes a trigger for unhappy thoughts (will you please, please just stop wiggling, stop needing to be rocked,stop wanting attention and let me sleep?!) but more often he is a big source of joy and laughter. Mr. Distractable has recently become enamored of me (more than he already was, if that's possible) and has taken to staring lovingly at me
I would like to explain to him, "Kid, your food and I? We're well attached. As long as you're eating, I'm not going anywhere." But still he stares.
Then goes down to latch on agai--PSYCH! Hi, Mommy!
Now it's time to tuck in--Gotcha! You still there?
...Until I give up and hand him over to the less-mammarily-gifted adult to deal with, because I am done.
But you can only stay mad at this face for so long.