Leo: “I like your hair all wavy like that, Mom.”
Me: “Awwww- thanks, buddy. That’s really sweet.”
Leo: “Yeah- it’s wavy like bacon and I LOVE bacon. Can you make me some bacon right now? And I want it floppy. I don’t like it when it’s crispy like chips.”
That compliment was totally a Trojan horse to get me to make bacon. And now I’m not even sure he really likes my hair wavy. I felt sad and empty and manipulated…while I made his floppy bacon.