Lucy had another tantrum the other evening. This time it had to do with dinner and the fact that I would not let her go back outside to play with Jack, our neighbor.
She sat on the stairs yelling about all the people she doesn't like.
When it came to objects instead of people, she went for the MUCH stronger word, "HATE". Not a word I condone in our home; I would have corrected her, but I thought it was not quite the right moment.
"I'm not eating dinner! I HATE dinner! I'm NOT going to school! I HATE school," she screamed.
But, as they say, you cannot keep a good woman down, and she just couldn't lie about hating school. This is the kid who is disappointed when she finds out the next day is not a school day. So she kind of whimpered, "Well, sometimes I like school," but then at full volume, "But I'm NOT going to school!"
Sigh. Then it all just turned into sadness and she started crying, "Mamaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Oh, little baby with the sunny disposition. How I love you!