anna brought home a small american flag from school.
she walked around the house, looking for the best place to display it.
i followed her upstairs, heading to the laundry room while she lounged in her bedroom.
later i checked in on her, only to find the flag sticking out of one of the posts of her bed.
"isn't there any other place this can go?" i asked, shaking my head.
"WHAT?! DO YOU HATE ME? DO YOU HATE MY STYLE?" she screeched loudly.
"ummm. no. i don't hate you. i don't hate your style. i just don't want to stab my eye out with a flag every time i walk in your room." i said, feeling exhausted even though our conversation was only 7 seconds long at this point.
"oh. ok." she smiled. "do we have any ice cream? can i go outside? i'm playing with my squinkies in here! look how cute this one is!"