Perverse

Here’s how perverse I am: J somehow ended up bringing a Berenstein Bears book home from the library about the ‘bad habit’ of biting one’s nails.

Ever since reading this to her, I’ve been chewing away.

And I wonder why it’s so hard to get her to learn to pee in the potty… it’s the stubborn perversity of doing the opposite of what’s expected, to test out every rule – and then there’s the imagination that turns every potty seat into a crown or a large monocle to peer through…

I will not be bitter.

Repeat; I will not be bitter.

(I will be very bitter.)

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