By Stephanie Sprenger. I was fuming as we drove away from my toddler’s childcare center, and my daughter was in tears, worrying about whether she would be late for school. I snapped at her, having hit my limit, and was rewarded by the karmic misfortune of driving over a cumbersome cluster of branches in the road.
Play with Me, Mommy!
Mom admits that imaginative play is not her strength.
The Gift Giver
But there’s a line. I would never insist that my little daughter hand over her prized possession for a pal to play with.