It was past 11pm and T was still awake. She asked for warm milk.
T: the milk is hot!
Me: *open the cup lid and put it under the ceiling fan*
(Few minutes later…)
Me: *take a sip* OK, it’s not hot anymore.
T: It’s still hot!
Me: can you at least try the milk? It’s not hot. I just drank some.
(Mental marathon of insisting that the milk was still hot after 10 more minutes and now it was almost midnight)
Me: THE MILK IS OBJECTIVELY NOT HOT!
T: Whee! You don’t love me anymore!
Me: I’m sorry I yelled at you. I am very tired and I got upset. I still love you. You see? Sometimes you get upset at me too. But it doesn’t mean you don’t love me.
T: *stop crying* but this is a one side thing. Only parents can stop loving when they yell. Kids cannot stop loving when they yell.
(ok, kiddo, you’re kind of right)
