Not yet five.
And she tells me as we talk about feelings,
That sometimes she is okay.
But sometimes she just has to feel angry.
And that’s okay.
I told her she was very smart.
I told her that being angry is, indeed, okay.
But we must still behave while we are angry.
She looked out the car window as we drove
“Sure we do.”
With just the smallest hint of sarcasm.
Dismissing me and my wisdom.