Tonight at the dinner table Rosie asked me if she could have the chili mac for breakfast because "Dad wouldn't let me have macaroni and cheese today."
It is true, I do let Rosie eat leftover dinners for breakfast. I did let her have mac and cheese, but I also had her eat strawberries and milk.
So tonight I said, "Well, since Dad's here with you in the mornings, it's up to him." Aww, she said, why are mom's nicer than moms she quasi whined. "Well, everyone parents differently" I said.
"Yea, but it's true," Rosie said. "When my dad would hit me, I'd cry. But when my mom hit me, it wouldn't hurt."
My heart sunk, and I just said, hmmm uncertain of what else to say. In the kitchen when she showered, Mike said he thought it was so sad, but couldn't help but think (and not say), "that's cause women are weak."
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