The Center of a Pretzel

Yesterday was a no good, dirty rotten, awful day. My children were acting up all day, and then my 3 year old locked us in his room, where we were stuck for an hour until a friend could come rescue us. That night we were eating pretzels at Sam's club and my 6 year old pointed to his pretzel and said, "Mom, here, I was saving this for you." It was the center of his pretzel, which he was saving for me because he knows it is my favorite part. My heart melted and suddenly we were having a very special day.