A couple of weeks ago at bedtime, I got upset with Claire about something.
(I've kind of been edgy of late.)
When I climbed into bed next to her, she'd obviously been explaining my behavior to herself because she turned to me and quietly offered up this gem:
"Mothers sometimes get mad and sometimes they get irritated."
And then, to further her point, she added:
"They sometimes get mad.
They sometimes get irritated.
They sometimes can't handle things.
Those are three things that mothers can't do."
I pulled out my phone and wrote it down.
And reading it now is making me laugh out loud.
It's flat out truth.
All of it.