A couple of days ago, Brien and I were having a discussion. Let's call it a low-key disagreement.
K, who was on the potty at that moment and not able to hear and evaluate our stances so that she could make the right decision for us - beckoned me to come into her private chamber.
"What are you guys talking about?," she asked.
I told her the crux of the matter (as if I should be having to explain this to a 4-year-old, but whatever - she has me trained).
After hearing the point and counterpoint, she looked at me with all the majesty of Solomon, and with a supportive "Hummph!," an eye roll, and a shaking of her head side to side, she said, "Do what you want, Mom!"
Man, I'm so glad I got her permission. Now I feel so validated!
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