We had to get up a little earlier today, because it is snowing and we are going to have to give ourselves an extra 10-15 minutes of travel time. Berkeley, my eight-year-old, hates waking up. She's a lot like her mother. It usually takes me about a half-an-hour of begging to get her to rise and exit the top bunk.
Anyhow...this morning wasn't a good morning for us. She was dishing out the attitude from the moment she first spoke. It all came to a -head- when we had an argument over "why she hates headbands" vs. "please stop going to school with hair that makes you look homeless."
Right in the middle of my mental turmoil though, I hear her mutter something outloud, that was so funny, it just made me re-vamp my attitude for the whole day. She was staring out the window at the cold, the snow, and the muck and just muttered...
I love that kid.