Ingrid and Elodie got into (yet) another dust-up. I usually jump to action and shush them up, sent them off to their rooms to cool down or generally tell them to knock it off. I don’t take sides – at least I try hard not to.
This time, though, they were being incredibly and unbelievably mean to each other for just seven and four years old. I apparently took a side and very obviously, it was the wrong one.
Without me even telling her to, Ingrid stormed off to her room and closed her door behind her. She was quiet for a long time. When I went by her room to see how she was doing I found this posted on her door…
I am moving.
I found her hidden in the back of her closet, breaking her heart crying.
I asked her where she wanted to move. She said "Anywhere that Elodie doesn't live."