During an intimate pre-bedtime exchange:
Me: What’s one of your favorite memories so far?
Preschooler: Playing in the lake with Gaba.
Me: Do you have any bad memories?
Preschooler: Hmmmm… When you got mad at me for drawing on your sheets and furniture.
In my defense, this unfortunate incident happened a few months ago (not when she was too young to know that my bed was not a big canvas) after she was mad at me for something that I’m sure was completely in line with my role as her mom. And yes, I do recall being a wee-bit angry to discover black ballpoint ink doodles on our new sheets and my wardrobe (which thankfully is from college and doesn’t match with my husband’s dresser from when he was like 5 or something).
Thankfully, that same night I was redeemed somewhat with a spontaneous “I love you so much, Mommy.”
