“Hey. Choose your battles, Buttercup. Let her have this one. Sometimes people need a win.” I scooped up Hadley and carried her downstairs to the kitchen, setting her in her chair. Paisley sat in the seat beside her while I poured them each a bowl of cereal. “What’s battles mean, Daddy?” “It just means that you’ve got to choose your fights, right? Some things you feel strongly about and you don’t back down. But the things that aren’t that important, you let go. And sometimes, you’ve got to give someone a win.”
