My four favorite words

Actually, my four favorite words are not, “I love you, mom,” although that phrase would probably come in second. No, my four favorite words are, “I’m mad at you.”

Maybe that sounds strange, but the way that BE has historically dealt with anger is by screaming, whining, and hitting. And, I can’t think of anything that gets on my nerves more than whining. I’ve worked hard to encourage her to just tell me that she’s mad instead. So, you can understand how excited I get when she actually tells me that. It makes me feel that she’s listening to what I say. Plus, it makes it our home a little more peaceful.