"You know why all my friends like me?" Rachel asked tonight over dinner. "'Cause I'm always active and I only cry when I have a owie."
I've told her many, many times that if I were her age I would LOVE to have her for a friend.
Rachel also talks about the tempestuous relationship she has with her little friend Devin. One minute they're best friends, the next minute Devin taunts her and says mean things, then they're friends again. Today was more of the same: St. James got new dress-up clothes (Disney princess dresses, apparently) and Devin and Rachel wanted the same one at the same time, so Devin yanked it out of Rachel's hand...and then she hit her!
"What did the teacher do?" I asked.
"A timeout," Rachel answered. Then: "Can you believe my best friend hitted me?"
No, sweetie. In a few years it will all be about teasing each other into eating disorders.
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Also out of the blue tonight, Rachel said this:
"I hope you guys never forget about me," she said. "If you do, you'll break my heart."
Shocked, I could only reply that of course we'd never forget her. She's our daughter! That seemed to reassure her, for the moment.
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