we had spent the day with some friends who had abnormally aggressive and smart mouthed
children. When I put her to bed that night, I told Diane how pleased I was that she was so
well behaved, especially in front of friends. I praised her several times and she looked at me
with such a question mark on her face that I asked, "Did you want to ask me something?"
I thought she would ask a question about what I had been talking about, but instead she asked,
"Why don't underpants have pockets?"
When Sally was about 4 years old, she was happy whenever one of Diane's school friends came
over and the older girls accepted her from the start. One of Diane's friends was going to have
a sleepover and Sally asked if she could go too. I explained to her that when the girls came over
here for a sleepover, she could take part in that, but no she couldn't go to Jenny's house that
night. She begged, she argued, she cried, but I stood firm. (Something that was hard for me
to do with either girl.) All the time we were getting Diane's stuff together, right up to the
minute we left to take her to Jenny's house, Sally gave it no rest, she argued until the end.
Finally, she blurted out, "Okay, I won't go. But they won't have any fun without me!"
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