A story I can laugh about …now.

It was the end of the day and, frankly, I had checked out. I sat on my bed reading while my daughter took a shower in my bathroom. She was about 6 years old at the time. She was both very young and a strong-willed teenager at the same time.

My husband, sensing my mood I’m sure, walked to the bathroom door to take the task off my shoulders. He cracked the door to ask how it was going.

Her: “I haven’t washed my hair.”

Him: “Well, wash it.”

Her: “What about my body?”

Him: “Wash your body.”

Her: “What about my haaiirrr?!”

Me: “Walk away. She’s fucking with you!”

… ahhhh, parenthood!