I almost wrote an acceptance speech tonight on behalf of myself and my husband for winning the parents of the night award. Because (bow to the left, bow to the right) we didn’t lose our shit on our child. Hardly even once.
After the whining,
because of a play she wanted to put on that couldn’t happen right then.
That her two-year-old sister wouldn’t cooperate in.
That she hadn’t actually planned.
That’s what I almost wrote.
But then at bedtime I pulled out her writing journal to read her stories with her.
So instead, I’ll brag.
My kid is a writer. Who makes me laugh.