Last night Kenna didn't get to bed until after 9:30 because of her school program. When I tucked her in she asked if she could read. I told her that since it was so late, she couldn't. She told me that she was going to read if she wanted because I wasn't her boss. I kissed her good-night and quietly walked out of her room, flipping the light switch off as I went by. I hear her whisper, "I hate you."
Nice? No. But I won that one.
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