At Least She Has a Sense Of Humor

After throwing an object at me because she didn't like what I was saying and then crying at the top of her lungs in her room for 20 minutes (all this before 8:30am), I. says to me, "It's been a good morning, huh Momma?".

Then she erupts into gales of laughter because she knows just how ridiculous that statement is considering the angst that has gone on around this joint.

Well at least she has a sense of humor. That counts for something.