Lindsey Wood, Sufferer of Injustice

Nothing to do with Switzerland this time, just Lindsey. This is just an example of the stuff that makes us crack up. This happened while I was in Minnesota, so I wasn't around to actually witness this, but here's what I'm told happened.

Stace wouldn't let Lindsey have more dessert one evening, which has been one of the great sources of parent/child conflict throughout recorded history. Lindsey worked herself up into a crying fit. Stace tried to sympathize but finally told Lindsey that she needed either to stop crying or to go to her room. Lindsey chose to endure her torment alone in her room. After a few minutes, without comment, Lindsey's bedroom door opened, and a small hand taped a picture to the outside of her door. You can see the picture at the bottom of this posting. (This is scanned as a pdf and then copied as a screen shot from my computer, and I'm too lazy to do further cleanup.)

If you look closely, you'll see that each eye has its own tear. Imagine the suffering and the anguish of our poor daughter. Lindsey's parents had no idea that they had mistreated her so. Upon seeing this picture and its eloquent depiction of the injustice that had been visited upon Lindsey, her parents felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and vowed never again to deny their daughter the extra dessert she so desperately needed---

Oh, hang on a sec. We interrupt Lindsey's fantasy with a dose of reality. What actually happened was that Lindsey didn't get any additional dessert, but her parents did get a kick out of her silent protest and her subsequent admonition that we must never again make her "cwy."

She's a kick. We've allowed her to have various art supplies in her room, although we do run the risk of her gluing a window shut or something like that. Last night, she strung several strands of masking tape between her walls and door and hung various works of art from the tape. This was her attempt to get an early start on her Christmas decorations. Lately, rather than sleeping with one of her dolls, she's started sleeping with a pair of scissors so she can dream of what to create when she wakes up in the morning. (Don't worry--they're dulled kid scissors. She can't hurt herself by rolling over on them.)