This morning I told my daughter that "Mommy passed her test yesterday." Blythe gave me a big squeeze (ahh), and, then, back to all business, asked if she could see my star.
"My star?"
"Yeah, if you passed your test they have to give you a star. Can I see it?"
For once I could think of nothing to say. Parenting is kind of an on-going defense, innit?
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Jonesing for a Star
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Gwynn -- Check email for your star -- Caret
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