Anya just gave me my first life lesson. Sure, sure she taught me how to love as only a father can and all that. But I mean really actually taught me something.
Right before bed she wanted a snack. I gave her a whole banana, which incidentally, I said was a bananananana and was therefore twice as big in hopes that she'd call it good. No such luck. A few minutes after downing the bananananana she came into the room with a carton of blue berries, and asked for some. I said, "No" and put them back.
She had a tantrum and cried. I said I was sorry and asked what was wrong, but she just cried.
A few minutes later she was brushing her teeth. When she was done, she said, out of the blue, "You took the blueberries out of my hands."
"I'm sorry honey, I had to put them away." Then I asked, "How could I do that in the future so I don't make you sad?"
"You could ask me if you can have them."
"Would you have given them to me?"
"Uh Huh."
Which brings me to a stunning if rather obvious revelation. My kid has real feelings and daddy needs to start being considerate, even when I'm saying "No."
Sorry about that kid.
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