Therapy from a(n almost) Five Year Old
HER: Daddy what's wrong?
ME: I had a tough day.
HER: Oh no. What happened?
ME: Just a bunch of stuff...
HER: Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe I can help. What happened?
ME: Well, I cut my finger really badly.
HER: Did you clean it and put a band aid on it?
ME (wiggling bandaged thumb): Yep.
HER: Okay. So that's better. And you just need to wait a few days and it'll be healed. Oh! And! You need to be more careful with sharp things, okay?
HER: What else?
ME: I lost my glasses at Costco.
HER: Oh no.
HER: But you're wearing your glasses.
ME: I found them.
ME: I guess.
HER: You found them. So that's not a problem. What else?
ME: I have a lot of stressful stuff at work-
HER: Oh no. Are you doing everything you can?
HER: And is there anything ELSE you could do?
ME: Not really, no.
HER: So, then, that's okay, too!
HER: Can I give you a kiss? Would that fix everything else?
ME: I think so, yeah.