<Scene>: I'm in the bathroom with the door shut--doing my business. Beth is in her room.
Beth (yelling through the door with her tiny, little voice): Mama, are you in the bathroom?
Mama: Yes, dear.
[Pause. And then...]
Beth: I need to throw something away, but since you are in the bathroom, I will throw it in Rex's garbage instead. Is that okay, Mama?
Mama: Yes, honey.
[Pause...a beautiful moment of silence where I thought she had walked away. And then...]
Beth: Did you say yes, Mama?
Mama: Yes, Beth!!! I said yes! Throw it in Rex's garbage...that's perfect!
(I didn't say all of that last part, but I felt like it.)
What a precious little girl!
(I just read back over this, and I realize that it's not the best example. And doesn't sound like a big deal...and it isn't, really. But imagine a similar scenario over and over again, all day long. That's when it gets tiring.)
(I just read back over this, and I realize that it's not the best example. And doesn't sound like a big deal...and it isn't, really. But imagine a similar scenario over and over again, all day long. That's when it gets tiring.)
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