All in a short morning

She had to leave the house so I decided to help her dress. These little gestures are so misinterpreted. I had been out and the grass was wet. She was making the mistake of choosing those clunky sneakers when she should have chosen the clunky rubber boots. I picked up the sneaker and went back to the bedroom to get her the rainboot. She said "Caprice. Bring that back, I need it." Okay. There's no talking to her, really, so I brought it back. Immediately she was hugging me and crying and telling me what a genius I am.

Fifteen minutes later as I'm trying to get rid of that horrid Harry Potter movie for her, you know HP4 that leaves out Dobby she keeps saying as if I know who Dobby is and as if I'd care if I knew, suddenly I'm a naughty girl.

Of course I'm a naughty girl. You eat out forever on that kind of reputation.