Little girls...

So, this morning, Annette wanted to listen to The King. I, of course, complied. Then, since The King was singing, she wanted to dance. I danced with her for two songs, then said "Ok, one more and then we're done.". We danced once more, and then I put her down and told her it was time for me to go to work.

This is where things started to go awry, from my point of view. She ran from me and sat on the stairs. She looked down. She looked at me. She looked down again. She was sad. So sad.

So, I went over to her to talk. She ran away from me, sat on the rocking chair, and turned her face away.

You see where this is going. Of course, in the end, I capitulated, and, after much begging (on my part), she permitted me another dance. Then I handed her off to Joni for a dance from mama, and went to work.

I am so doomed.