And by curious, I suppose I really mean maddening. Briar has decided that she would like to stay at the sitter’s. All day. As a matter of fact today she let me know that she needs to stay there, “for the nighttime too,” it was either that or she sucker punched me with a fist formed from shards of glass.

I am taking it day-by-day, chuckling and rolling my eyes, but the truth, the honest, I-don’t-floss-and-sometimes-I-skip-to-the-last-page-of-the-book truth is, it is killing me.

I am not ashamed to say I want to be her favorite for all time. It’s like a first crush all over again. Sigh.