Maybe it is the weather. Maybe it is the time of year. Maybe it is the age.
Or maybe it is genetic.
My seven year old has now said, more than once in the last month (and certainly more than once in her lifetime), “I just wish I was an only child.”
My mom swears I used to say this too. For a long time I figured it was some re-fabrication of history. I couldn’t conceive of actually thinking (let alone voicing) such a profoundly egocentric thought at the age that my mom claimed I did.
But here we are.
The UnderToad 