a moment of our morning

Feet thumping above my head. Shrill screams of joy followed by outrageous laughter.

Door slams, door opens, door slams.

"Please don't slam doors! We leave the doors open!"

"ok!"

"What is the proper response?"

"yes, ma'am"

Silence. Little feet pitter patter down the hall, then back."

"Momma?"

"yes?"

"I love you. Even if you're a ma'am. But I like Momma better."

"I love you too, Téah."