The kid sometimes just isn’t all that into me. It’s not her, it’s me. I’m not daddy and it drives me around the bend. And it hurts.
Today, after what’s best termed an altercation from her, she apologised and said ” I love you, but sometimes I don’t.”
Ouch, much. Swallow, gulp. “Why?” I asked her.
“Because sometimes I want you to do something and you don’t do it.”
“Well, I want you to teach me to read and you haven’t done it yet.”
I’ll take that…