Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Setting: Living room couch, reading books to my daughter. She asks me to read this one particular book that I don't enjoy AT ALL.

Me: (After just completing aforementioned hated book) You know I don't really like that book too much.

Her: I do (shocked and incredulous)

Me: Well, that's fine. You can like it.

Her: But you don't like it?

Me: No, it's not one of my favorites.

Her: (with surprising force and conviction and with an intensity and determination that frankly quite frightened me) NO! You will like that book. Okay, mommy. You like it.

Me: Whatever you say.

1 comment:

Joanne said...

Well now, she told you! I'll bet you read her the book ;)

I'm sorry about your son, it's so awful when they're sick like that and you see them suffer. I hope he's feeling his old self soon!