K-Mad, emerging from her bedroom well past bed-time: I’m DONE wif my waw paint.
Me: What wall paint?
K: Da picta on my waw. You need ta cova it up. Paint it white.
Me: I painted that mural just for you. It’s your special wall. Your special picture.
K: Wew, I don’t wike it anymo. I’m done wif it. I don’t want it. You can dust paint ova it.
Me: K-Mad, that’s not a nice thing to say. That hurts my feelings. Maybe we’ll talk about it in the morning, after a good night sleep. Now it’s time to go back to bed.
K: You awe bein’ mean ta me. You awe da meanest mommy.
Me: K-Mad, you’re not filling my bucket right now. You’re dipping into it.
K: Mommy, you need a bigga bucket…