I was REALLY TRYING to convince Bela that she should wear slippers coz she might end up with worms in her tummy. To convince her more, I googled some pictures and showed those to her. She ended up amazed with the worms and I ended up nauseous.
I have a bad feeling that I wasn’t able to convey the right message. OR! My daughter is just weird—like me.
But I don’t like worms. Whether in the body or out. I think I really am going to puke—any minute now.
You reap what you sow. If you breed contempt and hate, don’t expect approval and love… It doesn’t work that way… Not all people are saints that even when you spit at them, they would still be amazingly good to you. There are some who would tolerate you, but only to a certain extent. Do not interpret their tolerance as acceptance. ~ Marmelisms