We had gone out the night before for dinner and there was some form of inequality that resulted in the hurt feelings of the girl child. There were discussions on sharing which fell on deaf ears. There were tears. And there were promises of making everything right the next morning.
While the boys were still sleeping, I swept Chloe out of the house and told her she could pick any place she wanted for breakfast. I was hoping for Waffle House, but would have been happy with IHOP. First she said she wanted to go to Dunkin Donuts, but then settled on Publix for their doughnuts and juice. She was excited to pick out her own doughnuts and changed her mind from eating at the gazebo in downtown Woodstock to eating inside Publix. Because that's what my Bean does. She routinely changes her mind.
After pulling out her first doughnut, she had to stand and stare at employees while they worked.
She would have been content to eat her whole breakfast standing and watching.
I asked her to come sit with me and she used her listening ears and good manners. Yay for good manners!
She kept watch over the parking lot.
And she enjoyed her chocolaty doughnut.
After breakfast, we ran to Trader Joe's for groceries and stopped at another Publix on the way home so she could pick out a special balloon (the main reason why there were tears the night before). She was thrilled to find a Hannah Montana balloon that was almost bigger than herself.
This balloon has since been transported back and forth, between the house and soccer fields. It has lived in her bedroom and her tent. Three weeks later, it is still afloat.
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