I know, I know.
I haven't been posting.
If I had time today to post, it would go a little something like this...
Youngest is distraught about a certain coloring book page that she colored for me and then attempted to tear out of the book. It ripped in half.
"I so sorry, Mom," she told me, handing me one half of an Easter bunny's head, scribbled with deliberate strokes of yellow and green crayon.
"It's okay, really," I assured her. "I love it! I love how you colored just above the bunny's ear with this little swirl here. Looks like a butterfly."
"I was making you a present," she explained. "I ripped it."
"I don't mind that it's a little ripped. It's beautiful. Thank you!"
More to herself than me, she went on, refusing to let it go. "I colored it for you, and then I ripped it. I so sorry."
"It really IS okay, honey!"
Jeez. We really are our own worst critic.