Sometimes when you look at something closely, you fail to see what is actually going on. For instance, Brenna looks like she is sitting pretty in the window downstairs, watching the world pass before her beautiful eyes, and saying howdy to everyone who passes by. In reality, she has spent the morning in a foul mood, scratching at the wall to get me out of bed to do her bidding, moved onto knocking over her Daddy’s alarm clock in an attempt to gain just a glance of acknowledgement from him, and somehow managed to accomplish all of this while screaming repeatedly, demanding we get up and see what all of the fuss is about. Do not be fooled by her calm appearance when you see her sitting pretty in a window. It’s a lie. It’s all a lie. She’s just plotting her next plan of action.
