Kid anticipates Mommy’s impatience as shoes take a long time to tie
8:25 AM is the cranky zone because the school gates are about to close and we only live one block away and Kina is tying the laces on her zip-up docs for no discernible reason. Also, I fired our ad sales team but she keeps coming into the living room wearing my running shoes and shouting “GET NOW!!!”
Daddy promises to wash snack containers after bedtime; IT’S TOO LATE
I know Laurea would agree with Kina that washing dishes now is infinitely better than washing them in an hour, but I am soloing this week and I promise I washed them as soon as Kina was asleep.
Prior accord—two weeks of practice in 5th grade—rejected unexpectedly and unilaterally; new proposal requires immediate implementation; Daddy balks
Honestly, her very understandable and natural wish to walk to school on her own, against the backdrop of everything we are doing in the world right now, is a little too much to handle. I want this for her, but I want it for every little girl on the planet. It’s just hard to separate those things, and it feels so tenuous. Maybe in fifth grade all of this will be easier.
Meanwhile, “Hannah Tries Meat Popsicle” lower on the page
Kina and Laurea enjoy a meat pie date for dinner as Hannah is fooled by a well-camouflaged strawberry cream pop masquerading as a hunk of steak. I’m on the plane! See you tomorrow!