Tuesday – 10 November 2015
Sunday evening, as we were heading home from dinner with Sara’s parents, Vanessa started coughing. Well, “coughing” may be a bit of an exaggeration. It was more of a “cough-like throat-clearing,” but she’s been doing it for a few days.
I said to her: “Vanessa, can you stop coughing…?”
Without missing a beat, she replied: “I can’t control my coughs, like Elsa can’t control her ice magic.”
Not only did my four-year-old daughter shoot me down, but she did it with a perfectly apt analogy.
Sara and I are either totally winning at this whole parenting thing… or we’re in a whole lot of trouble.