Bedtime stories
6 July 2009
Charlotte has a distinct preference for me (over James) and has for nearly her entire life. Sometimes it’s nice to be wanted, but often, when evening comes, I want James to be able to put her to bed.
Tonight, James got home from his class and came up stairs to give goodnight kisses, and Charlotte promptly threw a fit about him rocking her instead of me doing it.
After 20 minutes of her screaming at the top of her lungs, I went in to lay her back down and tuck her back in. I told her that it isn’t good of her to push Daddy away, and that he loves her too. Sobbing, she said, “I love Daddy, but I love you and I want to spend time with you. Daddy has hair all over him.” As though that is a perfectly justifiable reason to avoid hanging out with someone.
For the time being, she’s back to screaming, which is not nearly as cute.
