Conversation with Victoria

We drop Porter off, I turn back to head home & it goes something like this:

I hate going back.

We don't say mean words.  Hate is a mean word.

I don't... I... I don't want to go back.  (Pause) Isabelle get angry sometimes (pause) at you!  I happy like you.

I'm sure the pauses were her thinking about Isabelle yelling "I hate you" at me.  Nothing says motherhood like a loud "I hate you"!