Pulled into the parking spot facing some dude's tricked out car with the front license plate "BAD." No. 5 was hesitant to get out of the car and asked, "Is that a bad guy's car?"
*sigh* If they only came with warning labels.
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No. 5 and I had an unexpected moment alone together. She said, as if she had been holding it in for years, "I'm glad we're alone, because I want to tell you that I'm having a Bad Life."
I choked back giggles at the thought of such morbidity coming from a six year old. We talked for awhile and I listened to her rationale. Apparently she is getting frustrated that everything is taking SO long. And she hates setbacks. I told her I completely understood, but that I would like her to think of it as a great life with some bad parts sprinkled in. She agreed.
Basically what it boils down to is that she's ready to be grown, y'all.
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So grown. They all grow up too fast!No wonder you cry as Mass.
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