My daughter is a teenager now, but every Wednesday I'll be rerunning some of her greatest hits.
Tonight, after a long day at work and on
the bus, I got home to a four-year-old that had, apparently, eaten a
wheelbarrow of sugar-coated espresso beans. After being bounced on repeatedly,
playing games and giving many piggyback rides, I said, "You’re bouncing
like a rubber ball. Why is that, sweetie?"
"Because that what childs are supposed to do," she said earnestly.
A fair point.