"The beast was mean and grumpy," Rooster said.[We watched Beauty and The Beast on Friday night.]
I nodded in agreement and then, with a wistful look in my eye, said,
"He was," I agreed. "How did he learn to be nice?"
"Belle taught him," The Mayor said.
"That is just like the story of your father and I," I told them.Their eyes widened.
K rolled his eyes.
"Before he met you he was a mean, hairy beast?" they asked, incredulous.
"Oh, YES!" I said.
"Was he really, really hairy?" Rooster wanted to know.My children took this bait and let the hook sink deeply into their tender cheeks.
"Did he have big, pointy teeth?" The Mayor wondered.
They went to bed imagining their fair mother taming the beast that once was their dad.
The irony is, of course, that I was the one who was the beast.
K transformed me into a gentler, kinder person.
His influence is one that encourages me to constantly strive to be the best version of myself.
After we tucked the children in and kissed them goodnight, K leaned in and whispered in my ear,