Grace was having a difficult day today, and certainly frustrating both Donné and I in different ways. At bath time Eli always gets slicked up with an ointment which helps to control his eczema and he was saying that he didn’t want it. I’m getting ready to put it on him and Grace says to him, “Just get in,” trying to give him a way to sneak out of it.

With everything that had gone before I was quite agitated by this behaviour and started, “Grace, you are…” and I took a moment to choose my words. Eli didn’t miss a beat though, “…naughty!” he says. That certainly broke the tension and had us all giggling. I was swaying more towards, “…walking a thin line,” but hey, that’s the way it goes sometimes.