March 24, 2008
Art Therapy or Recording Abuse
If you couldn't tell from the pictures, M overheard that I have Popo Chan hiding in the suitcase, awaiting our return to the states. In the first picture, I'm happily going about my life while M is crying as she thinks of the doll. The second and third are reiterations of the same sentiment, just in different mediums. She strategically taped them on my bedroom door to remind me of the injustice against her. And lastly, we have "MOM I HAPPY" as her apology for some 8 hours of whining, crying, and having fit after fit about Popo Chan. I'd like to point out that I did NOT give her Popo Chan. She managed to lose computer games, videos, computer access, and stories for the night. I'm tired.