Caring is sharing

This happened about 2 weeks ago, but I haven't gotten around to blogging about it yet. It had been one of those days. All you moms out there know what I'm talking about. One of those days when even though you love your child more than anything, they have pushed every single one of your buttons and then some. I was nearing the end of my very fragile (at that point) patience, and I had Elise in the bathtub. I was preparing to put her to bed early and pour a glass of wine.

I had just rinsed the shampoo from her hair when I realized I'd left her pajamas on the dresser right outside the bathroom. I stood up to get them, and she told me in a very sassy tone of voice that she didn't want me to leave the bathroom. She had been incredibly demanding all day long, and bossy to boot. I was sick of it, and I replied to her without even thinking of the example I was setting. I said, "Elise, I don't care what you want."

Her reply...with the most serious and hurt look on her face...

"But mommy, caring is sharing."

As much as I wanted to be mad at her, I couldn't manage to conceal my laughter. What's there not to love??