You Get What You Asked For

Yesterday, I wrote about missing Lauren clinging to me crying. Last night, she decided to remind me what it was really like and cure my case of parental senility. When the babysitter arrived so Debbie and I could attend choir rehearsal, Lauren went into full melt down. She begged to be picked up and snuggled in my arms sobbing. She would not let us go, so we had to perform the old drop and dash to get out (unfortunately, this maneuver was rendered moot when I realized I left my cell phone on the kitchen table and had to run back into the house). So, at least for a few days, I can watch Lauren run to her friends and remember that getting a kiss on the cheek is infinitely better than screaming and crying. Just goes to show you: Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it.