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Frustration Is…

Trying to dig a sliver of glass out of your big toe while a solicitous toddler looks on:

“You need some medcinine, Mama? You need some medcinine? You need some medcinine? Mama’s washing her foot. Mama’s washing her foot.”

“Please, Bella go eat your broccoli in the kitchen,” I grit. Finally, I get a purchase with the tweezers and yank. Amazing how something so small can cause so much pain.

“Mama has a splinter in her foot. Mama has a splinter in her foot. Mama has a splinter in her foot. Mama has a splinter in her foot. Mama has a splinter in her foot.  Mama has a splinter in her foot, ” Bella sings.

“Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe. Mama has a splinter in her toe.”

Yeah. I love her. I do. But today is evidently Sing Everything Ten Times Day.

Is it nap time yet?

 

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