Stand up for Yourself

I nearly forgot to tell you this anecdote.

When we were leaving the Meeting House having decided, without consulting O, not to go to the nearby playground, she began to lament in the backseat. "We not going to the park. We not going to the park?! I wanna go the park." I suggested we might go to another park after lunch hoping to appease her.

"What park? Oh! My park, I wanna go my park."

To which Noah replied, "It isn't actually your park, Octavia."

I was getting ready to step in and let him have it, since she was obviously showing great coping and negotiating skills in a disappointing situation. But she took care of it.

"It's not your deal, Noah. Actually. It's not your deal."

She can also take a photo, imperfect though it is, that makes my cheeks look a bit less chubby.