I went to check on Lindsay and I saw her room was full of pages that were negative.
This is exactly what made Lindsay and Frida wrestle.
I picked up all the pages and tore them to pieces.
I took Lindsay's hand after and held it.
Frida came in.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Give it to me.
I refused to give Frida Lindsay's diary.
Lindsay woke up.
Good morning honey.
Give it to me.
Frida grabbed it and I grabbed it back.
Instantly we started to wrestle on the ground.
The diary broke again.
Lindsay don't start crying honey.
It was too late.
Frida and I didn't talk all day after that.
We both went to bed angry.
Which was love rule number one on what not to do.
I couldn't sleep.
Frida are you awake?
Uh huh she said softly.
I can't sleep.
Can we make up?
Frida cuddled me into her arms.
I love you she said kissing my forehead.
What happens if we go to bed angry ever again?
Then we might not make up again.
Can we blame Lindsay for our wrestling match.
I mean we were wrestling over her diary.
Relax kid go to sleep and we can talk about this in the morning.
Why do we always choose wrestling when we are angry?
Because it's a good way to get our frustration out.
Are you sure?
We are both okay.
You have a scratch on my neck.
Well you did scratch me a couple times.
Relax baby girl and get some rest.
