A Bit of Candor

Daniel could write greeting cards for the district attorney.

Everybody knows about his famous, quite spontaneous outbursts of "You hate me!"; "You hate this boy!"; etc., but sometimes he still manages to surprise me with a real heart-warmer. I really don't know how he comes up with this stuff - especially as extemporaneously as he does...

Tonight, he was on my shoulders, or hanging around the back of my neck, and I grabbed him with one arm and swung him around, in what I believed to be an appropriately horsing-around kind of gesture. However, on this occasion, my forearm wrapped around his mouth and apparently inflicted some modicum of discomfort. As I paused to make sure he was okay, he said something that would make Freud pea-green with envy:

"You love to hurt me!"

At least he formally recognizes that I have some ability to love...

(February 3, 2012)