My son Dustin helped me out today and picked up his nine-year old sister from school. I know that she prefers me to get her. When my cell phone rang and I saw it read “Home” I fully expected a hundred-question conversation. But as she often does, my daughter surprised me. The conversation went something like this:
Very cheerfully, “Hi Mom!”
“Hi Sweetie…” I replied a little guarded.
“I have some good news, some bad news and some news that could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it. What do you want first?”
“I’ll take the bad,” I said.
“My tooth chipped…”
“Oh no!” I interupted.
“But it’s the tooth that was about to fall out!”
“That’s not bad news. That’s perfectly fine news! What’s the good/bad news?”
“I forgot to tell you that I have a bake sale tomorrow. Can you make muffins?”
“That’s not bad news either! I’m happy to make muffins.” Now I was really excited for the good news.
“And the good news is that I’m feeling better!”
It took me a moment, but I remembered that she had complained of a sore tummy the night before.
“That’s wonderful news sweetheart. I’m so happy.”
All in all it was a good day. Three bits of good news. Who could ask for more?