I went to my parents house for the long holiday weekend and generally had too much fun. I drank too much, ate too much and oh, by the way, learned to knit! I have high hopes for this hobby. In my mind I have already created several adorable things for my daughter as well as set up a charity to give baby layettes to needy mothers. In my imagination I'm very generous.
Along with all the fun came a sad little incident. My daughter technically "stole" some candy. I allowed her to have a piece of left over Halloween candy after lunch and dinner but apparently that was not enough for her. My mom told me that she found empty candy wrappers in the bed that Muffin uses as well as stuffed between the couch cushions. When I confronted Muffin about it she said "I don't care."
"I don't care," with a shoulder shrug and an eye roll.
Obviously that answer wasn't what I was looking for so I sent her to her room to think up an appropriate response while I regained my temper. Why did she take the candy when she knows better? Why did she say "I don't care?" Why does she feel the need to sneak candy in the first place!
When Muffin re-emerged, appropriately contrite with tears streaming down her face, we discussed the issue of trust. I'm not entirely convinced that she was not just putting on a show for my benefit. I'm going to have to let it play out, I suppose. But I don't like it.
Meanwhile, I'll knit and purl and pray that I'm not raising a heartless monster. Maybe my selfless contributions to the needy infants will cancel out the bad karma.