The six-year-old in this column is my youngest daughter, Rachel. Her bad mood this day was never understood. She must have got up on the wrong side of the bed which would have hurt as the bed was against the wall.
As a youngster, Rachel was fun company, but this particular day wasn’t her best.
Maybe this was a forerunner for Rachel’s teen years. Those were a test for us all.
Lucky for everyone, Rachel survived the teens and is a wonderful adult and great company.
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