Monday, April 20, 2009
In trouble again. We've all been there haven't we? Janie crosses and then uncrosses her arms, "I feel bad for myself now, Momma."
A promising start, "Okay, why?"
Janie lifts a caterpillar brow, crinkles her forehead, "For being wicked." Lips extended for emphasis, she pauses.
"Oh," I lean to one side, squint. "Ok, what did you do?"
Jane takes her CEO stance and begins the pitch, "Well," she raises both shoulders, "I don't know what the wicked thing is," this isn't looking good, "but I know how to say the word, 'wicked'." Shrug, "It's just a thing that kids understand."
"Ah. So you want a little more time to think about what you actually did?"
Sigh. Deflated like a birthday balloon, "Yeah."
Don't we all think that? If we can just say the magic phrase won't that just make everything ok? The business of changing a heart is just so sticky.