My 8-year old told me how her 17-year old brother explains things to her in great but unnecessary detail.
“He doesn’t know how to summarize very well,” she said.
She is constantly studying everyone in our family, labeling our issues and describing them to me. This is mostly entertaining and only sometimes mortifying, like the time she pointed out that when I yell at the boys it makes her feel very sad.
She illustrated her point with a large picture of herself crying a copious amount of dotted tears.
Of course, today’s picture shows us both in all pink (pink curly hair, pink limbs, pink faces), labeled, “Me” and “You.” (I am very skinny, just so you know.) She penciled in green, “I love you Mom!” And then in purple, “You are nice cool fun and funny!”
Besides that, I know how to summarize things, unlike some people in this family.
(I tremble to think of the day when this child starts her own blog.)