Our Self-Talk

I have a cute little Layla story to share. But before you read on, you must promise me that you will not ask Layla about this story or anything else you read here on this blog. She has shared with me that she does not know why everyone seems to know everything and if it's coming from me, then I need to stop. So....promise?

Layla had a great day at school yesterday. She was the Top Banana, so when I picked her up, she was in a great mood and talked endlessly about every detail. My ears perked up when she told me about her playground adventure.

"Mom, at recess, we got to play outside and we played good guys/bad guys."

"Really, who were the good guys and who were the bad guys?"

"Well, really it was just Isaac trying to get us girls. And mom, he was about to get us. It was me and Emma and Emma didn't know what to do. I didn't either. So I decided I wasn't going to just stand there and be scared. So I tried to get away from Isaac and he started getting me."

"How did he get you?"

"He was just, you know, getting. Like Cooper gets me. Like kind-of hitting and wrestling."

"Really?"

"Yup, but I just kept telling myself, 'I can deal with this, I can deal with this, I can deal with this. I'm the strongest, toughest girl in this school and I can do this.'"

"Wow, did it work?"

"Yes. But Isaac and Emma both stopped and were just standing there looking at me."

"Were you saying this out loud or in your head?"

"Well, I started saying it in my head, but then I started saying it out loud. It worked."

Yes, it did work. Perhaps I will try that. It will either work because I really am the toughest girl or it will work because people will think I'm crazy. Either way.....