a spell

It seems like every time I turn around either Wade or I am yelling at Ellie about something.
He asked me the other night if I think we yell at her all the time because she never listens or does she not listen because we are always yelling at her...which came first the chicken or the egg, we could debate both facts endlessly.
The other day I was brushing her hair and she was wiggling around, complaining that I was hurting her. Blah, blah, blah. And it hit me!
So I said to her "I should call Nana every single day for the rest of my life and apologize because I was just like you when I was your age (she gives me a look- she cannot believe that I was once her age). And when you are my age, you'll have a little girl who acts just like you and you will call me crying, apologizing for torturing me when you were younger. So there. I cast the spell. Now I just have to wait- a really long time.

No wonder my mom laughs at me when I call her complaining about the joys of motherhood, she's been waiting for this for 32 years.