Saturday, January 11, 2014

Secret of the Smiling Mom

We've been in the car too long and the kids are snapping at each over nothing. I can't take it. I appeal to Zoe's maturity

Zoe, sometimes you can just let someone be wrong and not correct everything. It's possible, ok? So instead of arguing a point you can just it go.

She nods her head.  I continue.

When you're wrong, I just smile at you.

HEY! You smile at me a lot! All the TIME? Does that mean....?

I smiled again and left the unasked question unanswered in the now peaceful car.