Monday, August 28, 2006

We are shameless in our attempts for j's affection. We ask her if she loves us when we know she's in a negative mood and we know she's going to say "no" in her sassiest tone, and yet, we ask anyway. And then we fake cry, which we also know she is powerless to resist, all so she will lunge for us with sheer pity on her face and give us her patented "hug?" "kiss?" "happy!" brand of therapy. It works every time - I just hope we're not setting her up for a lifetime of being attracted to wounded birds who will never her bring her anything but heartache and IBS... like her aunt.

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34-year-old freelance writer/mommy of one, married to S who loves his work but is gone too much