Last weekend, we went to a BBQ where it was BYOB. So, I let Little Miss pick her own juice boxes to bring. She stood in the large aisle looking at all her options. Meanwhile, I was just wanting to run in, pick out our beverages and run out. So, I tried to push her along. She looked at me and said firmly, "Mommy, I need you to give me patience."
I counted to ten. She chose juice boxes and then said, "See, when you give me patience, I make a choice!"
She's got a point.
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