Anna came crying to her father this morning, whining and screaming in an incredibly high-pitched tone that was entirely indecipherable to the human ear.
"Anna," her father patiently answered,"Please use a big-girl voice. You do not need to whine like that. I can't understand you. Now, can you tell me what you wanted to tell me in a big-girl voice?"
Anna took a big breath and said "Joshua took away my pretend ball!"
There was a moment of silence while my husband tried to find the appropriate response to this declaration.
"Well, Anna," he finally said, "Can't you get another pretend ball?"
"BUT DADDY! THERE ARE NO MORE PRETEND BALLS!"
My everlastingly patient husband paused another moment and said "Anna, I don't even know how to respond to that."
But that was ok, because by this time Anna had moved on to the next thing.
The day-to-day absurdity of our lives never ceases to amaze me.