she who is queen and princess of all she surveys and most of what she doesn’t, who has been almost downright unpleasant company since about halfway through the grocery store, who greeted a delightfully shy two year old girl at the deli counter by swinging her arm as if to hit the poor girl, and who told me repeatedly that she wanted her mommy, and who is eating her lunch after coming directly off the bench of a timeout for hitting her brother while they were in the dining room and i was in the kitchen putting groceries away …
yes, she … she just took a bite of her ham and cheese tortilla, and through her chewing smiled at me and told me she loved me more than chocolate ice cream on a cone in the whole wide world.
