Yesterday, on the other hand, was less good. Just one of its low points, in brief:
Jane was very hungry, and very excited as she saw her plate coming to the table, so happy oh dinner oh yay it's coming oh gladness oh joy!
and then I put the plate down and she saw that it contained nothing but unadulterated VEGETABLES, in fact, because I am insane and certainly overreached myself in my hopes for what she would be willing to eat, nothing but OKRA.
The look of shock, disappointment, and betrayal on her face as she burst into heartbroken sobs was I think unparalleled in her young life.
If my-J. is anything to go by, your-J. will get over the trauma in just thirty-five years or so.
Posted by: Ray Davis | 06/28/2011 at 09:56 AM
Infant grief is so entirely devastating. Luckily, for the infant, it is fleeting. I, however, am such a sap that I cannot bear, a day later, to consider either her dismay, or yours.
Posted by: Yer Mum | 06/28/2011 at 07:04 PM
Today was a good day too. Just for the record.
Posted by: redfox | 06/29/2011 at 12:58 AM