Why must your refuse any offer of help when you are attempting to complete a clearly impossible task? Why must everything you do be your idea? Why must everything I do be your idea? Why do request my "help" every time you go to the bathroom, then demand that I do nothing but stand in the doorway and not watch? Is that really helping you? Why do you refuse to eat breakfast most mornings, even though you are demonstrating the frightening behavior of a starving child? Why don't you eat snack at school? Why are you slowly deciding that you like fewer and fewer foods?
What is SO HARD about keeping your eyes CLOSED while I rinse your hair in the bath? Don't you get cold when you wear nothing but a leotard and snow boots to school in January? Why won't you let me do your hair? How can I convince you to get ready and leave the house on-time (besides giving you candy)? Why do you act so despicable toward me when Daddy is not around, then beg and cry for me when I am gone, and you are home with Daddy?
Why do you still wake up in the middle of the night, every night? Why do you throw tantrums when the friends you have been begging to play with are finally here to play with you? What exactly is it about Go Fish that makes you want to play it dozens of times in a row? Why do you copy only the most inappropriate and rude behaviors of your sisters? How do you manage to always appear so very cute even at your worst moments?
How is it, after three children, that all of these questions remain unanswered?
Are we sure Finleigh isn't 3? Because I'd really, really like to know how she feels about all of these and so many more.
Posted by: Katy | January 31, 2012 at 10:56 PM