Pippi arrived home with her jeans ripped wide at the knees, no hope of repair.
I know my reaction was off. How does one handle this situation without a lecture, with a positive attitude, and with empathy?
Her explanation: I'm part indian, and indians are wild, so sometimes I play wild and I have to tear things.
My "obedience-promoting" response: We're ALL wild, but mostly you're a child of God. God sent us here to see if we could discipline ourselves and choose not to act like wild animals. (Lame, I know, but dang it, I meant it.)
A brief contemplative look followed by problem solving: But look I can make them into shorts. Or maybe I should sew these into a bag?
This kid has enough optimism for 20 children.