I had an interesting interaction with my daughter yesterday. She was helping herself to sips of a friend's drink... that friend found it very cute but I did not. I pulled Joelle away and told her to come stand on a chair in the kitchen while I make her her very own cup of lemonade.
She broke down and threw the biggest fit, screaming and fighting me the whole way, mad that I had taken something away from her. I plopped her up on a chair and even though I was promising her that something so much better was coming, she fought me and wanted to go back to what she had!
I felt so frusterated that she didn't believe when I was promising her something better, and I felt like God was nodding a knowing nod and asking "Sound familiar?"
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