Monday, May 2, 2011
Miss M was four and-a-half the first spring she was with us. Most of her time she spent trying to make us as miserable as possible (we later learned she suffers from an Attachment Disorder, or RAD). Sometimes, though, she would be playing in the yard and she'd come in with a dandelion to give me. It was never a grand presentation, just a monotone "I picked this for you". I'm now ashamed to admit that I rarely showed much enthusiasm for her offering. I remember telling her that they were weeds and asking her to take them back outside, using allergies as an excuse.