This morning, as I was calmly trying to explain who knows which of the 25 things I have patiently tried to explain to Evie in the past two days, I had a sudden flash forward to her having a conversation with a future boyfriend/ significant other/husband.
As she tilted her head and looked earnestly at me explaining why her way made more sense than what I wanted her do, all I could hear was said boyfriend thinking in his head, "Why did her parents let her get her way all the time?" and I thought to myself, "I'm sorry dude, I tried, I really did."
Haha! When I first read that, I thought you said I'm sorry dude, I'm really tired...
ReplyDeleteMaybe I had a mental Freudian slip on your behalf :)