my daughter exclaimed, after I picked her up from school, headed out to my favorite store.
“I have a horrible story to tell you,” she continued.
“So many things are making me in a grumpy mood. My brother lied to me. He really DID spit up on my sock. And I went on the blog and they did NOT have an Elsa backpack.”
And then, somehow, the conversation, all 20 minutes of it, turned to my C-Sections, with questions ranging from,
“Do we have zippers?”
to
“Was your therapist there?”
So, it was certainly an interesting car ride. Try explaining a C-Section to an anxiety ridden, sensitive almost four year old who remembers everything.
And in a who is in a
grumpy mood.