Relating

After a particularly trying afternoon of locking ourselves out of our house, forgetting my debit card at home & realizing this halfway to Walmart, & running into stupid people just in the parking lot alone in said Walmart, I was pretty tense in the car & sounding like Cosby with my, "What the filth, well, I'll filth, filth, filth."

So very innocently, Aria from her rocketseat goes, "Hey Mom, what's wrong?"

To which I calmly reply, "Sorry honey, Mommy's kind of just freaking our right now. I've had some bad luck this afternoon & sometimes I just freak out."

She laughs at this, & I say, "Aww, thanks alot, laughing at me over my freakout."

Very wisely & seriously, she launches into this: "Well, Mom, at school one time, I bumped my finger pretty hard & it hurt SOOOOooo bad. And Keira laughed at me! And I was like, 'Why are you laughing at me? That's not nice.' But she just kept laughing."

Stunned silence from me for a moment. Then I said, "Wow, you're so wise."

Aria: "I know."