I have a three-year-old daughter. She’s bright, beautiful, healthy, happy, and I am darn lucky to have her, but…boy, is she ever three. She is three extreme. And she likes it.
She has her little temper tantrums & stuff, and gets loud & demanding, when she’s at home. This evening, though, she wasn’t home. My stepson’s mother (I’m really starting to like this woman) offered to take her and my 5-month-old son to visit with their big brother & his other sisters for a while. Okay by me. My kids love her kids. They do spend a lot of time together, but it’s usually here, at our house.
So, she takes my kids for a few hours. They went to the store, and she took them to the other kids’ school for a charity function that was going on this evening. When she brought them home, she told me exactly what I expected to hear–the baby was cuter than cute, didn’t fuss at all, and everyone loved him. And my daughter was an absolute angel, behaved perfectly, and charmed the socks off of everyone she encountered.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining about my daughter being good in public. I guess I just don’t understand why she can’t–no, won’t–be that good at home. I’m also certain that somewhere in Genesis, some parent, probably Adam and Eve, asked the same question. And parents will continue to ask it, forever and ever and ever and ever. But I still wonder. I’ve heard that it’s “testing,” like they’re trying to see just how much they can get away with, then they don’t cross that line out in public.
I think they just do it for kicks. Anyone know for sure?
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