Who knew that a little six-year-old brain could hold so much tsuris? Isn’t she still supposed to be at a carefree age where your troubles should be limited to whether you get chocolate milk at lunch or which Disney princess to be for Halloween?
So we thought that maybe if we could convince Rachel to write down some of her worries (actual writing help provided by us, of course), that maybe the act of putting them down on paper would get them out of her brain, at least for a little while.
Some were serious, some were amusing. But my favorite one was this:
“I am worried that my dream about the boys taking over the world will come true.”
Oh, Rachel!! If you only knew!