Last night we had a schedule mix-up. Dave was supposed to pick up Alexis from tumbling at 6:30. At 7 he still wasn't there and I got a call from Lexi "where are you"? I couldn't get a hold of Dave so Aunt Trish came to the rescue (thanks Trish!). When they finally got home I was so mad I could spit. I couldn't figure out how someone could leave a little girl stranded. To Dave's credit, he did a very good job of staying calm. He admitted he messed up and didn't respond to my anger with anger. It's true, a soft answer turns away wrath. I wish I could respond as well sometimes. Unfortunately, although this time I was somewhat justified, my family knows this is not always the case. So he was telling me about his conversation with Lexi and how he was telling her how sorry he was that he was late.
Lexi: That's okay Dad.
Dave: Can you forgive me?
Lexi: Yes I forgive you.
Dave: Mommy's going to be very mad at me.
Lexi: Yes, but she'll forgive you too. In four days.
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