When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.
~ My favorite things
Katie walked in and sheepishly handed me a piece of paper. “I wrote a couple of lists,” she said. “I thought you’d like to see them. It was just some stuff I really had to say.”
I took the sheet from her and began to read.
I love math!
I love science!
I love art!
I love my family!
I love pink!
I love me!
I love cursive!
“Aw, that’s great Katie,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “And we love you too!”
“There’s some more on the other side,” she said, looking down at her feet. “Some stuff I don’t like at all.”
I turned it over and started reading.
I don’t like Dora.
I don’t like fevers.
I don’t like bullys.
I don’t like enemys.
I don’t like too much homework.
I don’t like too much rain.
I don’t like autism.
I don’t like oily popcorn.
Aw, hell, baby. Mama’s right there with ya. All the way down to the oily popcorn.
Ed note .. Ok, so not to name names, but I know that there are a few restless natives out there who are eagerly awaiting the resolution to Thursday’s post. I promise it’s coming, April. (Oops, did that slip out?) There just weren’t enough hours in a day this weekend (are there ever?) to write a blessed thing, so I hope you’ll remain patient with me as I hobble it together.
~ The Management