Iseult: Hi Mama
Me: Hi Sweetie, what’s up?
Iseult: What are you making for dinner?
Me: I thought you were going to Daddy’s.
Iseult: I am. But what are you making for dinner?
Me: I’m not sure yet. Why?
Iseult: Don’t make anything I like.
Iseult: I don’t want you to make something I like.
Me: Why are you worried about this?
Iseult: I’m not worried.
Me: You know that even if dinner IS something you like, I will make it again.
Iseult: I know. But could you make something I don’t like anyway?
Me: What’s the matter? You know Daddy’s a great cook. You’ll have a good dinner.
Iseult: I know. But can you make something only you like?
Me: All right – I think I’m going to make salmon and lentils. Is that icky enough for you?
Iseult: Sounds gross. Thanks Mama. You’ll pick me up at 8?
Me: Yes, I’ll be there.
Iseult: Bring Daddy some of the cookies you made last night.
Me: OK I will. See you later.
Iseult: Bye Mama.
(I can handle my own stress. It’s theirs that gets to me.)