My mom was in charge and I text her, When’s a good time for pick up? Mom texted back, one hour. Five minutes later I receive another text, Make that 30 minutes, followed by NOW! I head over to find my daughter curled up on the couch weeping – big sad boo hoo tears rolling down her cheeks. Mom explains that cousin doesn’t want to share her new modeling clay – I hear a well-known refrain from across the room –

It’s too special.

Meanwhile, steady crying from Sonja. Now comes the tongue biting as I work to keep these thoughts from tumbling out my mouth: