Everything’s wrong.

My daughter, though only two-years old, is already prone to drama.  It is not uncommon for her to wake up from her nap and say, “Mommy, something’s wrong.” “What’s wrong?” my wife will ask.

And she will respond by saying that a bear pushed her or Quack (a duck from her favorite television program) heard a sound or the wind scared her.

There are many potential problems in Clara’s life. At least in her mind.

Yesterday when my wife asked her what was wrong, Clara said, “Everything’s wrong.”

She was smiling and laughing a minute later, but it’s still a little odd.

And incredibly amusing.

I’m hoping that it is just a phase, or we’re in deep trouble.