Yesterday was a rather rough day for Little Diva. First, she woke up earlier than normal. She is usually a late sleeper, but I got her up early because we had a showing for the house. She was in a great mood, however, so I didn’t worry too much.
Yet, everytime she seemed to really get into what she was doing, I had to hurry and clean it up and swoop us out of there before the vultures potential buyers came in. Later that night, after too long of a day, she was evil rotten not being very charming. Apparently, she got frustrated with her brother, so she kicked him. Hard. And then she started to cry.
Well, she decided that rather than apologize to him , she would just go sit in her room and scream and cry. Very loudly. After about 10 minutes of that, I went in there and asked her if she wanted to try again. She said yes. So she marched meekly up to Kidlet Jr. and very sadly apologized to him.
And then she broke down into tears. I kneeled down and hugged her and tried to soothe her. She finally got control of her tears. I asked her if there was anything I could do for her to make her feel better.
With all of the dramatics of a seasoned professional, she puts her hands in the air in a gesture that was half surrender and half begging. She looked at me with the most pathetic eyes and said….
“I need some chocolate.”
I kid you not.
That’s my girl!
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