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.
So grown. They all grow up too fast!No wonder you cry as Mass.
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