have a long ride home from Dublin on the bus every night, and the Girl is
always happy to see me. Tonight she was feeling restless and contrary, however,
even though she had been well-behaved all day.
“Sweetie, I need you to be good just a little bit longer,” I said.
“But I ran out of good,” she said seriously. “All the good ran out of me, and all the badness ran in.”
Photo: The Girl running after our ducks.