The Kidling had a remarkable day yesterday. She was cheerful all afternoon when she returned home from school, overcame an enormous fear successfully, was able to stay up late to finish her homework without a meltdown, and didn’t even get ticked when the “two stories at bedtime” reward that I offered became “one story” then “maybe just half” after I realized that she had chosen quite the tome (and no one who values her sanity keeps The Kidling up past bedtime).
A banner day, really.
Naturally, as someone who values happiness and joy, I wanted to remind The Kidling of her general awesomeness first thing this morning.
“Did you dream about your great accomplishments last night?” I asked when The Kidling walked bleary-eyed into the room.
“No,” she replied incredulously. “I dreamed about My Little Ponies having a race!”
Duh.
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