Rachel and Drew got into a car accident this morning. Very minor; both Drew and the woman who plowed into him were at an intersection; Drew, having arrived first, began driving through, and the other driver somehow spaced out and blew out his headlight. He's OK, Rachel's OK, and the other driver admitted the accident was totally her fault...but it's still a hassle. Drew's car won't be fixed until Thursday, which means I'll be solely responsible for taking Rachel to and from preschool the next few days. Which is fine except that I'm feeling really crummy and am thinking of staying home tomorrow. Ugh.
The accident happened on the way to preschool, and as soon as Drew and the woman exchanged insurance information and he got back in the car, Rachel told him, "While you were outside talking to that lady, one big tear rolled down my cheek."
"Why, honey?" he asked.
"I was afraid we'd be late for school," she replied.
She was in her fairy costume because the teachers had told her class they'd be going to the baby room to show off their finery, then would change into their pajamas for a pajama party. Rachel indeed missed her Purple class, but the Pink class let her join them. And hopefully that is all the excitement we'll have for today.
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"Do you love me?" Rachel asked at lunch yesterday.
"Oh, yes I do," I sighed.
"I love cuddling with you," she answered. Then:
"Even when you're mad or sad or angry, do you still love me?"
"Of course I do!" I exclaimed. "When you're mad or sad or angry, do you still love me?"
"Yes," she said.
"I may get mad or sad or angry at you, but my love for you will never change," I said. "Do you understand that? It's really important."
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