Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Sick of School.

As I was doing my little darlings hair for school I noticed her little lip was hanging down and quivering.

"What's the matter Sis?"
"I don't want to go to school."

I asked,
"But why? Is someone being mean to you or something?"
She replied in her somber sweet voice,
"No. I'm just so tired of all the glue, the scissors, the cutting, and all the messes."
I tried not to laugh out loud, but replied in an understanding tone,
"I know what you mean. Somedays I just don't want to cook dinner. It makes such a mess and I have to clean it all up. Hang tough sweetie. If we don't do those things that are hard then you'll never learn and we'll never eat! You be brave and tough today and I will try too, OK?"


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