Something I always complain about, is people changing other people's recipes. Just the ones that have been in the family. Never would I be able to change the enchilada sauce recipe, or the potato salad even. I never minded big change, but small changes freak me out and I truly hate them. Small stupid things, I know.
I surprised myself tonight when I made banana bread, and sprinkled cinnamon on top of just one of the loaves. Once I did it, I wasn't sure what to think or even what gave me the desire to try such a silly thing. I justified that the second loaf was completely original and untainted, so I hadn't really altered anything. How silly.
Tonight, when I told Mia to go pick out what PJ's she wanted to wear to bed, so hated the thought of bedtime soo much, she got upset and walked to her bedroom door, and turned around and said "not fair!" Slam. I suddenly felt much better about sending her to bed early. Sigh..
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