I’m bummed out, having trouble sleeping. I’m having a business dispute with a vendor and, being the person I am, I can’t let it go when I’m not working. I’m even angry when I sleep. I didn’t know that was possible.
Anyway, at least I have Gert. She always brings a smile to my face. Like yesterday when she went to Lowe’s with mom. They saw a rack of primroses that mom described as a “plant orphanage.” Gert adopted one, using her own money which she keeps in her well-organized, sassy pink purse.
Later in the day she came running up to us looking for the dust buster. Why?
“I was cuddling with Planty and I spilled some of her.” So, she cleaned up and continued to cuddle with her plant until bedtime. She loves her plant. I mean, really loves her plant.
What do you do when you’re pretty sure that your six-year-old is a better person than you are?
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