Circulus vitiosus
by HelluvaGirl
We wake up on Saturday to celebrate her fifth birthday.
I want to get dressed with you.
Why? You’re a big girl, you can do it alone.
Because I want to get dressed with you.
You know, it’s called circulus vitiosus. You substantiate your answer with my question. It’s not leading anywhere.
She thinks for a moment, then says:
I want to get dressed with you because I like you very much.
I like how she’s growing up.