It’s called being introduced to the “attitude.”
And my sweet Mary totally has one.
Or as the boys call her, “Little Miss Fussy.”
Or Veruca Salt. Depends on their mood.
And her disposition.
So I wasn’t surprised when Mary toddled into the family room a few weeks ago and accused me of not loving her enough since I’d recently run out of idea’s for her hair and she’d had braids, pony tails or pig tails for months.
I stopped dinner preparations and turned to her. “Oh…well…sorry I can’t think of anything new after seven years of doing your hair almost every, single day of your life.”
UGH…I’m sick of “how to’s” on youtube.com.
I scratched my head and said to myself, “Self…how are we going to make this child a little more grateful that she even gets to have hair on her head? After all, we’ve been washing, drying, brushing and styling it since birth, so technically it’s our hair…
Let’s go set Veruca straight.” And I walked out of the kitchen to give her what for.
And then I decided to check my email instead.
Because that’s always more interesting than conflict-resolution with a seven-year-old.