“Some people say, ‘liar, liar, parts of fire.’ and that’s not nice.”
“What do they say?”
“‘Liar, liar, parts of fire.’ That’s mean.”
“Did someone say that to you?”
“Yes! and I wasn’t even lying.”
“It’s not very nice.”
“It’s actually, ‘liar, liar, pants on fire.’”
“Ahhh. It’s not nice.”
“No, it’s not nice. Sometimes it’s better to not listen to people when they say mean things. People say a lot of things in a day, and sometimes they say things that aren’t nice. It’s better to just move past those things, and move on with your day. Let those mean things be about the person who says it, and not about you.”
As I picked you up from school today, you said, “Daddy, will you hold my hair while I get a drink,” as you stepped up to the water fountain.
I can’t express how much I love you. But I tried.
Walking to the car, you took my hand, and I said, “I like the person you are. I’m very proud of you.”
I hope you understand that.
Most nights when I put you to bed … “put me a bed,” you say, just as you’re falling asleep, I tell you how much you are loved. Sometimes I say,
“You’re a big, strong girl.”
Tonight you replied,
“You’re a big strong man.”
Thank you, big strong girl.
“Daddy do you want to hear a joke?”
“How did the rooster get in the tree without flying?”
“I don’t know, how did the rooster get in the tree without flying?”
“I didn’t give you a hard time!” you said, your face aglow with excitement.
We sometimes have trouble getting going in the morning… you change clothes three or four times, nothing is appealing for breakfast, you won’t let me brush your hair.
Other days, you eat just fine, you dress yourself, and you still don’t let me brush your hair.
This morning was an easy day. You only changed clothes twice and the outfit was weather appropriate. You got your shoes and socks on and you were standing by the door as I got my car keys.
“I didn’t give you a hard time!”
“Bon joo,” you say to the iPad.
“What?” Daddy asks.
“It’s French. Bon joo.”