this morning #884.

this morning, as my four-year-old daughter stomped about the room, whining & finding unknown excuses for distress, i regretted listening to her last night. we’d been sitting on the couch, both of us beaming after getting to watch the little mermaid together for the first time. playing on the emotion of the moment, she turned to me with a plea to delay her bedtime. her logic was cogent. in that instant, i told myself that, if she was smart enough to form an argument for why she should be able to stay up an extra hour, she was probably old enough to stay up an extra hour. her reasoning left out the likelihood that she’d wake up at the same damn time. in my bliss, i’d totally missed that.