Just now, as we are sitting at the kitchen table.
“I’m never drawing again. You aren’t the boss of me.”
Archive for May, 2009
Firmly in I-can’t-say-anything-right Territory
Oh how I love my daughter! These days though she makes it pretty clear that I can’t say anything right. We have these maddening arguments during which Coco tells me again again that I either said something and then took it back or didn’t say it the right way.
Tonight: perfect example. She asked me to come up to her room in five minutes. I said I would. I went up, laid down and kissed her goodnight. As I walked toward the door she said “you said you would stay five minutes!” When I explained I didn’t, she insisted I did. I told her I hadn’t she said I had.
And around and around we go.
Scared
Tonight while Coco was in the bath I asked again to look closely at two of her bruises.
“Stop being scared about my cuts,” she said in a flat, dismissive tone that seemed waaaay beyond her years.
Big Apple Circus
We saw the Big Apple Circus tonight. Coco’s favorite act was the doggies. She went berserk when they came out riding in a little train car.
