Ouch

Each day when we snuggle before bedtime, we review the day. Each day I ask Jenna what her favorite part of the day was. Each day, Jenna purses her lips and says "mmmm" while she thinks. Each day, she comes up with some event, big or small, which qualified as her favorite part of the day. It is my job, as her mother, to mold her young mind and foster her independence. Each day it is my job to help create the day that helps her learn. (nauseous yet?)

Last night, she reminded me that I hadn't asked her yet.

"Jenna bean, what was your favorite part today?"

Jenna looked up at me with sad eyes and said:

"Nothing."