Rachel has complained about a boy named Sam (who I'd really like to take aside and tell to stop annoying my daughter because one day he's going to want to date her, and she'll remember what a jerk he was, and not give him the time of day) who calls her names, like that she's a "stick."
"What does that even MEAN?" I asked, and she seemed gratified.
But then I told her what she should say if he or other kids called her names -- Liam said she was dumb, or something like that, the other day -- and I told her her response should be, "Is that the best you can do? Really? I am SO disappointed in you," and walked away.
She loved that idea. So much so that she told Drew about it, and said she'd teach her friends. I can't wait until she tells me the reaction when she tries it on some mean kid who's bothering her.
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While we were having lunch at the sculpture garden, I asked Rachel, out of the blue, "What is the best and worst thing about being an only child?"
"The best thing is that I don't have to share my things!" she exclaimed.
And the worst thing, she said, "is that I'm often lonely. You and Dad work a lot."
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