Not always the opposite

Last night Charlotte was very upset that we decided to let Alexander take his bath first. She pouted, cried, and carried on for about half an hour. As she stormed out of the room, she said, "You are being the opposite of nice."

I was thinking about a time when she thought I was nice. I remembered this photo, taken in early January. She really wanted to surprise me by making my breakfast and insisted that I must sleep in. I was happy to oblige (or would have been if she hadn't been making so much noise in the kitchen).


I woke to find Charlotte dressed in her Christmas finest, with her hair done and wearing jewelry. Then she presented me with my gourmet breakfast of jam on toast, a slice of goat cheese, and a peeled clementine orange. It was very sweet of her, and it's good to remember that sometimes I actually am nice (and so is she).