Journal

I think Jayda was trying to subtly hint that she is sick of one of the books I usually read to her at night.  When we sat down to read, she reached for the basket of books and grabbed one we read almost every night.  I thought that meant she wanted to read it, but instead she turned and threw it across the room and turned around and stared me in the face, as though saying "What are you going to do about it?"