My 6 yo is working me over. She talks a double speak 3 times faster than I can blink. Then circles back with the object in hand, a visual aid to seal the deal. I'm nodding yes before I know why. No, wait... I shake my headache. She smiles and tells me she loves me. Pause. She nods to reinforce my first answer, smiles, 'Love you mommy'. Is that? What is that... dripping from her words. 'Poor mommy, I can't wait till you’re done with treatment'. Hummm, why does caution keep stirring...
She's working me. Tripping me up. Coaxing me along. Human nature? Ah, so cunning. My little civil disobedient needs to learn some finesse though, sounds more like a slick jabbity jaw politician, than a noble eco-revolutionary...
Shit, she just did it again... now she's getting mac and cheese for dinner. Not that that's a bad thing, it's just blink and bam she's handing me the box and I'm nodding nodding nodding like a like a like a....
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