My five-year-old was dragging her feet about getting into the bath.
My wife’s patience was wearing thin, her voice rising toward a scolding. Then our little one looked up with perfect deadpan timing and said, “Mom, I’m just trying to enjoy my last few minutes of freedom.” The room fell silent, and for a moment, even the tension seemed to pause.
My wife’s stern face softened into a reluctant smile, and I couldn’t help but stifle a quiet laugh behind my hand. In that instant, our daughter’s innocent honesty cut through the frustration, reminding us that even tiny humans have big feelings. What could have escalated into a battle over bath time instead became a gentle lesson in patience and humor. Continue reading…
