this morning #1235.

this morning, her defiance quickly devolved into a full blown cry that spiraled on down down down until she fell to her knees, began to flail her arms & kept on wailing away. “the terror.” that’s what we call these outbursts. something scares her & she loses her shit. sometimes we know what the cause is. often, we don’t. sometimes we try to placate her but more times than not, we just let her tire herself out. this time, we knew what she was worked up about. she was afraid that the kids at school would make fun of her costume. my wife spoke softly to her. assured her that, if she doesn’t want to be a princess again this year, she doesn’t have to. she can go as a ghost. at this, her face lit right up.