We have had a busy day and upon climbing into bed, we realized that we had forgotten our five year old's glass of water.
We had already read her bedtime story, brushed her teeth and been to the washroom.
"Are you thirsty?" we ask.
"No. But I want my water here, in case I wake up."
We are tired and wanting some quiet time, and try to avoid the trek downstairs by promising to bring the water up after she is asleep.
She isn't going for it.... so I try some distraction.
We went to see a play at the Theatre for Young People today. It was an adaptation of some of Robert Munsch's stories, including "Mortimer." I ask D.D. what she thought of the way the grown ups were yelling at Mortimer when he sang "clang, clang, rattle bing bang, I am going to make my noise all day."
She decides they could have talked to Mortimer differently.
"Oh" I say, "What could they have said?"
"We..elllll, they could have said, 'Mortimer, please be quiet."
"Yes, they could." I say. "Or maybe his mom could have asked, 'Would you like me to cuddle with you until you fall asleep.'"
"Um -hum." says D.D. "Or his mom could eeee-ven have asked if he wanted something."
"That's true." I say smiling at her ingenious problem solving skills and empathy for Mortimer.
We share a moment of silence while I delight in my emotionally evolved daughter. Then she continues her thought, "And Mortimer'd say, 'I want my glass of water.'"
I thought my heart would burst. I certainly will be smiling about that one for a while.
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