Going for the Title

Worst Mom in the world...that's the title I'm talking about.  So it was a little after 6:00pm and I was getting The Boy's dinner ready when I had a little 'bout of "morning" sickness.  I excused myself to the bathroom for a few moments.  While I was in the potty, The Boy came in and showed me that he had found a pretzel that he was snacking on.  I laughed at the concept that my poor boy was so hungry that he had to scrounge somewhere like under his train table to find one sad little pretzel amongst the cat hair and dust balls.  I finished up in the potty and headed back out to the kitchen to finish his dinner so that he didn't have to eat such a sad excuse for nourishment.  When I went out to the living room to put his dinner on the table I found him sitting in the middle of the floor.  He was watching a show on my iphone (not sure where he found that but he knows how to turn it on and get to one of his shows by himself), sitting cross legged with a full bag of pretzels next to him.  He looked up at me and said, "Yook Mommy!  Dinner!"  The poor boy had gone into the snack cupboard by himself, selected a bag of pretzels, managed to get the "chip clip" off the bag, and sat himself down for a snack and a TV show.  It was as if he was saying, "Don't worry about me Mommy!  I can handle dinner myself."  Worst mother in the world.  That's all.