So, remember that blog we posted a while ago about not telling your daughter you are going to Grandma's? Well, we are having another one of those days today, only we are not going anywhere. I attribute it to Christmas Fever (the way kids get uncontrollably awful right before Christmas) Now, until today, I never believed one so young could catch it, but she has. Symptoms include pure naughtiness, pouting, and reckless behavior.
We first started to notice these symtoms when the morning kicked off with a grand explosion of pouting in its finest, most glorious form. (She had to wait until after breakfast to watch a movie). Her symptoms have continued to worsen as the day has gone on. She's broken a Chrismas present, a Christmas ornament, and a couple of cds. All on purpose, mind you. She's nearly drown her brother with water, she's reprogrammed my t.v., computer, and answering machine. She's pottied her pants twice, and is currently on her 7th temper tantrum. Unfortunately she doesn't quite yet understand the whole " . . .you better not cry, you better not pout ..." scenario. Bummer for us. Even our naughty/nice elf Flicker (Brandon picked the name) Who watches our house to make sure everyone is on their best behavior so he call tell Santa, and leave us a gift if we are good, hasn't peeked her interest.
Her frequent time out visits only seem to delay the syptoms, not cure them. Pretty soon, her mom is going to go to time out so she can get a break.
So, for all of you who need a little Christmas cheer, here it is. I hope you got a laugh out of my misfortune. If you did, you are a mean person (or a Grandma and you've been through it)
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