During dinner Zoe said, “Mommy, what do you like about your job?” and listened to my answer. Then she asked, “Daddy, what do you like about your job?” and listened to his answer. Then told us what she likes about school. I thought, wow, what a conversationalist.
Then she drank some milk, spit it all back into her cup, and drank from the cup again. I told her that was disgusting.
Earlier tonight she was trying on some new clothes and said she wanted to do a dance in her new cover-up and new shoes. I said, sure, I’d love to see her dance. Then she picked up a hammer. I grabbed it and explained we don’t dance while wielding hammers.
Now, at 20 minutes until 10pm, I am down the hall from her room where I am doing work. I can hear her music. All of a sudden I hear her singing along. Why is she awake? But she’s singing “This Little Light of Mine” and sounds adorable. So how can I be mad?