tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293761964466052089.post41190609780373699..comments2023-04-30T10:06:06.097-05:00Comments on The Black Cat Diaries: I am not a grown-up.Carie Juettnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15860907904415263165noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293761964466052089.post-80809989544967556982013-03-19T20:51:24.519-05:002013-03-19T20:51:24.519-05:00Thanks, A! Yes, I did indeed survive. There was ...Thanks, A! Yes, I did indeed survive. There was a poopy diaper after all and I conquered it. The spider's whereabouts are still unknown. I like to think that it escaped the car and is living happily in a flower pot in central Austin, but part of me still fears it laid eggs in my headrest. But I am alive and happy and D is alive and happy and we start another day together tomorrow. Three-year-olds are wondrous things.Carie Juettnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15860907904415263165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293761964466052089.post-18957517653462907822013-03-18T22:52:14.785-05:002013-03-18T22:52:14.785-05:00what a crack up. you capture D. perfectly!
i thin...what a crack up. you capture D. perfectly!<br /><br />i think what makes you a grown up is that you returned and picked her up from daycare later, scared or not. and that you got back in your car again later, even though there was a spider. it's not that we aren't afraid, but that we keep on going in spite of our fears. maybe kids help us see that we should be less afraid? and help us remember to laugh along the way, as you show here so admirably. oh, the poop! oh, the spiders! what a day! thanks for sharing this story. <br /><br />A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com