Friday, September 30, 2011

Rachel's the narrator of her own life

That's what Drew said tonight after Rachel announced, as we were pulling away from Baskin Robbins (it was an after-Shabbat dinner treat because the weather was so nice and warm today), "And away they went!"

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Rachel is getting more comfortable with loud noises. Rather, she attempts to prove to us that she's comfortable with loud noises by coming into my bathroom occasionally when she hears I'm using the hair dryer. She stands right next to me, not making a sound, as I dry my hair, with her little solemn eyes looking at me. I know she's doing to it prove she's OK with the noise, since she told me so a couple of weeks ago. Now all she needs to do is be OK with the vacuum cleaner and we can return to our previously scheduled life...

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"I don't like myself," Rachel announced tonight as we were driving to Baskin Robbins.
"Why don't you like yourself, sweetie?" I asked.
"Because I'm a bad person," she said.
"You're not a bad person!" I said, astonished.
"I do bad things," she replied.
"Rachel, just because you do bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person," I said. "It just means that you do bad things!"
"Yeah," she agreed. "When you take the mask off bad people, they turn into good people!"
Um, OK.

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