Jacob hits me.
“why does he hit you? did you hit him back?” (this may be incorrect, but how i was raised to stand up for myself)
I like him.
“Oh yeah? Is he your friend?”
Yes, I miss him. Do I get to go to school tomorrow? I want to see Jacob.
I silently worry about my people pleasing daughter & what will become of her in her teenge years. I’m hoping her tenacious & stubborn streak will serve her well in these areas, in a GOOD way. These worries start at such a young age. These little kids are little people. IT’S SO SCARY.