I am the lucky parent who has the job of getting Leah ready for school. I think I'm being objective when I say it's worse than being the parent who 1) picks her up from school or 2) puts her to bed.
We always rush to get ready arguing about syrup, cartoon choice, and which toy gets to go to school.
We have never been late on my watch!!!! During our conflicts, sometimes we raise our voices.
The other morning, as we faced off in her bathroom, I waited while she finished brushing, combing, washing and finally I asked her to find some shoes. She spun around looked at me and spat:
"Y O U
L I T T L E
(...I waited for the bad word, not imagining she knew any but they pick up a lot of bad habits in the first grade...)
W O M A N".
Hardly the insult I had anticipated. I laughed. She scowled and off we went to school.
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