Catherine has been having a little trouble lately being nice. She's trying, I know she is, but sometimes it's just hard.
I can sympathize.
Yesterday as I was brushing her long, messy, tangled hair, she told me she was going to make a wish. She was wishing on a hair clip. Not a star, or even an eyelash. A hair clip.
It went something like this...
Catherine: I wish that I could be nice to Mommy all the time!
Me: Well, you actually don't have to wish for that. You can just do it!
Catherine: No, I just want to wish for it. I don't really want to do it.
At least she's honest.