Good morning Everyone!
I was writing yesterday’s morning post with my habitual glass of Diet Coke beside me when Kayla approached with a straw in her hand. Being the prescient parent that I am, I knew what she wanted, so immediately said,” Do not drink my drink. There is an unopened can in the kitchen.” (It’s not that I mind giving my daughter drinks, but I loathe the thought of her drinking from a drink I’m drinking; all I can think about are all the germs she encounters during the day at school and I at work and how I don’t want to share either with her. And it’s a territorial thing, too.)
Since she’s not deaf, I know she heard me. Did she turn on her heel and go forth to the kitchen? Of course not.
Looking straight at me, she leaned down to put her straw in my drink.
I try hard not to get mad with Kayla in the morning, doing my best to be sure she starts her day off well. A good friend gave me that advice, although she also warned me there would be mornings when I would be biting my tongue in half if I tried it. It is a good idea and I have tried my best, but when Kayla ignored me yesterday I lost it.
I slammed my hand down on the sofa’s arm and shouted through gritted teeth, “Stop! Quit ignoring me!” (What I really wanted to do was clutch my drink to my chest and shout “Mine! Mine! Mine!”)
Shocked, she wailed, “I just wanted some of your drink!”
I snarled,” And I told you no, go get some from the can in the kitchen.”
The child had the nerve to answer, “Well, you don’t need to get all mad; I didn’t understand you!”
In keeping with the whole “bite-my-tongue” thing, I did not suggest that then perhaps she should attend English as a second language classes but let the moment pass so she could finish getting ready for her day.
It is a matter of record that she did not try to drink from my drink the rest of the morning.
Have a great day!