Some days are easier than others, you know. Today started off as a tough one for the kid. She was getting out of bed, when I went to take the dog for a walk. I could tell that she was still tired and a little grumpy. When I got back from the walk, there was a sulk on her. She was listening to her mother by getting dressed, and brushing her teeth, but the kid wasn’t into it. As my wife was putting the kid’s hair in a ponytail, the child was in a full frown. The kid went over to her desk, where her computer was to start her remote day in school, and just pout landed in her little chair.
I went over to her, and picked her up, and just gave her a big hug. “Tough morning?” I asked.
Her face was buried into my shoulder, but I could feel her head nodding a yes to my question.
“Well,” I started, “today is going to get better.”
She lifted her head to face me. “How do you know?” she asked.
“I don’t. I just believe it will get better.”
“Like a prediction?”
“Sort of. But more like, I’m sure it’s going to happen.”
“…okay.”
I put her down, and she took her seat for the remote class. “Can we go to the park?” she asked.
“Sure.” I confirmed.
“Good,” the kid answered.
