Friday, October 20, 2006
"Mother, I think you're mean," said Beezus...
" I don't care how mean you think I am," answered Mrs. Quimby. "You are not going to go, and that is that."
"But all the other girls are going," protested Beezus.
"I don't care if they are," said Mrs. Quimby. "You are not."
Beezus flounced past Ramona into her room and slammed the door. Sobs were heard, loud, angry sobs.
(Ramona Quimby, Age 8 pp. 153-154)
Okay, Wendy: Get ready, it is Friday and you know she is going to ask. Be strong. Say no. If you start to cave remember why:
"Because she comes home exhausted and grouchy...There are four people in the family, and she has no right to make the whole day disagreeablefor the rest of us because she has been up half the night giggling with a bunch of silly girls. Besides, a growing girl needs her rest." (pp 156-157)