The Washcloth of Happiness
I wanted to relay this little vignette that played out over the last few days with Abigail. It might strike a chord with you.
The other day, Abigail was really hot when she got home from school. So I suggested that she take a shower or wet a washcloth and put it on her body. She declined the washcloth and went into the shower. She started shouting that the water was too cold, and she got angry and frustrated… at me! So yesterday it was really hot, and instead of saying any words, I just set out a glass of ice water and a wet washcloth, where she sits down after school. I said nothing to her about it. A few hours later, when her mom came home, she spoke effusively, and happily to her mother about how she found the washcloth and ice water that I set out.
Oh, kids!