My daughter suffers from what I call Vaginitis. I define this as:
By the mere possession of a vagina, the inherent ability to confuse a situation by changing your mind at any given moment.
It makes things quite difficult at times. Sometimes when I talk to her I feel like I'm going crazy. She can ask for something one moment and within a matter of seconds completely change course, decide against original said request, and make you feel silly for not understanding. Here are some examples:
D-- Gianna, it's time to get ready for bed. Who do you want to help you get ready?
G-- Um, you can do it mommy.
D-- Ok, then. Let's go brush your teeth (taking hand to walk into the bathroom)
G--But, I wanted DADDY to do it (accompanied by hysterical crying).
G-- Mommy, I'm thirsty. May you please get me some milk?
D-- Sure. (gets milk, places it on the table)
G--But mommy, I asked for water.
D--It's time to get dressed. Would you like to wear your blue dress or your striped dress?
G--My striped dress please.
D--Ok. I've put it on your stool. Get dressed and meet me in the bathroom.
G-- (comes into bathroom in BLUE dress) Ok mommy, I'm ready.
D--I thought you were going to wear the striped dress?
G--NO mommy. Brothers favorite color is blue so I am wearing the blue dress. Plus, the color matches my eyes.
Pray for me.
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