We had a BAD time with bedtime the other night. It ended with Candace throwing a screaming hysterical fit, the likes of which we haven't seen for months. She loudly proclaimed that she didn't love ANYBODY and she later told Tom that Mommy is (and I quote) "an evil witch."
I don't mind admitting that kind of hurt my feelings.
The next day, as we were driving home from preschool, Candace said "Mommy, last night I say I don't love anyone, but that not really true. I love you, Mommy. I love whole family."
What sweet music to my ears!
