Had to meet the W tonight to give her our DD's bag. I was all smiles and chipper. She, on the other hand, did not appear to be as happy as she seems to say her life is now. She didn't crack a smile. We chatted about nothing much and then left. She looked at me kinda puzzled best I could tell. I pulled up beside her at the red light and honked, she rolled down the window and I challenged her to a race. She didn't want to but I made her smile. That's the old me and I'm hoping that it made a little dent in the wall she has up.
That was PERFECT. Hard boundaries drawn, coupled with this kind of random upbeat "playfulness," is the tone you want to strike.
