A Tale of Sinkholes, Snow Peas and Ugly Good Books
The date: Monday night. The situation: Hattie was crying. Again. The location: Her bed, where she had to stay until she could get it together. The scenario: Illogical tears. Again. The conversation: Me: “Hattie, you’ve got to get control of your emotions. You are getting far too upset over the smallest things tonight.” (And every night. If anyone has any advice on dealing with a child who cries for 15 [...]