Saturday, October 23, 2010

"I'm not your kinde"

she interrupted me as soon as she heard that line in the goodnight song I was singing to her. "Why did you say 'Gutte nacht mein kinde' ['Goodnight, my child'] if I'm not your kinde? You're not my Mommy."


C said...

Don't know how to respond. But want to respond.

Shavua tov.

rutimizrachi said...

There are many kinds of ouch in the world. Hers and yours are but two. Knowing that fact doesn't make 'em hurt any less, does it?