It's funny

It's funny that I've never been much for the traditional terms of endearment. Mike does not get called 'honey' or 'sweetheart', and never 'dear'. But when Lily was born I started using them on her. I call her 'angel' and 'sweetheart' even when she is driving me crazy. Maybe it subconsciously helps me be sweeter to her even when she's totally irrational and screaming. Right now she's in a time out fuming mad at me for putting milk in the chocolate milk she asked me to make for her. Whoops - my bad! I really don't know how to get her to understand that there is milk in chocolate milk. I guess it's just one of those things that you come to realize as you grow older...