Getting ready for camp just now, Riley went into the bathroom to wash her face. The tube of face wash was really low. I’d just had a hard time getting any out when I washed my own face.
I stepped into the bathroom as she was trying to force some out.
“Riley, that tube is pretty empty, it’s kind of hard to get out,” I said, attempting to intervene and avert a huge frustrating scene for her. This is the kind of thing that can derail her. This is the kind of thing that makes parenting exhausting for me at times. Always having to be one step ahead.
She didn’t hand me the tube. She continued squeezing and said, “It’s hard, but not impossible.”
This is new.
I came downstairs and told Todd, and he looked at me incredulously.
“Who is this kid?” he asked.
The fact that she said, “It’s hard, but not impossible,” proves nothing is impossible.