So, girls have very complicated emotions. Guys are simple one note devices. We have notes A through G with maybe a few sharps and flats thrown in. But girls are an entire symphony of feelings. You can’t describe what they feel using a simple word. You need poetry, and opera.

For instance. I was having a conversation with Clara this morning while I was getting ready to go to work. I asked her why she comes into our room every night to ask her mom to come sleep on the extra bed in her room. Her response was, “I don’t like the way I feel when I wake up and no one else is there.” So I knelt down and asked her how it makes her feel. After a few moments she said, “Well, I feel like I’m in an elevator full of people I don’t know, and I need it to go up to find my mommy and daddy, but everyone keeps making the elevator go down down down. And they won’t listen to me when I tell them that I need to go up, and the buttons are too high for me to reach.”

It was almost enough to convince me to move all of our beds into the same room, because that sounds like a very complicated and awful opera of emotions.