Little Miss Silver Lining

My day was bad. Not catastrophic, just the kind of stressful, exhausting day that puts a little cloud over your head. I worked late and got home just in time to give Lu a bath, during which we discussed our Two Best Things. I confessed I'd had such a bad day that I couldn't think of Two Best Things, only like, Seven Worst Things. I said my day was like Alexander's, and she seemed to understand.

As I was putting her to bed, I said, "You know, now I have a Best Thing, and that's getting to see you." She thought for a minute and said, "No, Mom, you have three Best Things — no four! Getting to see me, getting to see Dad, reading me one book, and then reading me another book. See, that's four!"

That's positivity. I should also add that, for all her Mary Sunshine attitude, she confessed that one of her Worst Things was "when I, um, told Melinda something not very nice, and that is...that I wished she was dead."

Uh, yeah. That's a Worst Thing.