Finishing up with the usual bedtime routine, bath, teeth and that last drink before bed, I casually bring up calling Daddy to Tesla.
“How about you call your Dad before we go downstairs?” I asked.
(I had asked earlier in the day, twice I think and she declined. She doesn’t ask to call very often. The more I push her to call the more she refuses. Must be the bull in her. She gets it honestly.)
“No thank you.” she responded, taking a drink from her cup.
“I think it hurts your Daddy’s feelings when you don’t call him, Tess.” I spoke gently, not wanting to start an argument with an almost 5-year-old over calling her dad.
“Daddy doesn’t have feelings.” she responded just as sweetly as I had just spoken.
I was speachless.
~P.
Go ahead...take a swing. I'll duck and listen.