don’t mix well?
Gee, I’ve always known that but just felt the need to remind myself.
Yesterday, the girls played outside in our backyard with two girls who live next door. These girls have
Anyhow, the four of them together got the brilliant idea to put sand on the upper part of our playset, throw it at each other, and generally wallow in the joy of creating a mess.
Until this morning. Abby put her shoes on for school and discovered they were quite sandy. Dave told her to stomp her feet to get the sand off so he could sweep it up.
That’s it. The only request was for her to stomp her feet.
Do you know the child refused? Any other time, she would greatly relish the idea of stomping around the house.
But no. Since she was told to do it, she refused.
So, me being the controlling mother that I am, picked her up, put her back down, picked her up, put her back down……until she was sand free. Yes, I made the child stomp her feet.
That was the start to my day.
All at 6:30 this morning.