I Don't Know Who You Are, But I Like You a Whole Lot

Huh.

That's what I've got.
Because of the whole Ice Cream Bingo deal.

I was all set for a boiling rage Monday morning. My stomach churned all Sunday, even. I was ready.

It never happened.

Princess's teacher said she asked Princess why she didn't make a bingo, and Princess shrugged and said, "I get tired." And still, nothing. She came home and said that she could work on her workbook while the other kids had ice cream, so it was ok.

Nothing.

But not only nothing. Princess has not raged since before Christmas. This length of time has only happened one other time, and it was two and a half years ago.

She's making great eye-contact. She's smiling. A lot. She is using the bathroom. She is giggling all. the. time. Constantly. A real giggle, not the obnoxious fake one. A real giggle. I cannot believe it.

She went to her first slumber party right after Christmas. This is the only connection I can come up with. I was expecting the worst when she came home, and she wasn't even grouchy. Maybe being around a group of girls modeled something? Did everything suddenly click into place? Is it going to end soon (oh please please no!!!)?

For now I'll take it. And now I'm going to was dishes and listen to Princess read without arguing or faking. And giggle.

Giggle.
Giggle.
And giggle.