|Cate, helping with the laundry.|
As I was pouring the milk on the oatmeal and putting the bowls on the table, Sam tried to help his sister, by moving her bowl closer to her. A move of mere inches. Catherine, at the sight of this, burst into a screaming fit like I have never heard from her. The crescendo of her shrieking was followed by, "Hate boys! Hate, hate, hate, hay-T."
I have never heard Samuel use the word hate, and I am not sure he even knows what it means. Jonah, I am sure knows what it means, but I have no memory of him using it. Where did Cate pick up this vocabulary? Even if she has heard her father or I use it, it was not like this.
Hate boys!!!! Hate, hate, hate.
This from the same girl, who a few weeks ago, was dancing naked with glee at the sight of boys in the backyard.
I think she may be conflicted on the issue.