My sweet, dear child has been going through some really dramatic tantrums these last couple of weeks. It does not worry me, but it can be very annoying at times and yet at others utterly hilarious. Her latest rant came out of no where. We were getting ready for bed, when she decides (like most nights) that she wants to climb into my bed to sleep. I am really trying to nip this habit in the butt. So I politely mention to her that her dolls and stuffed animals are lonely on her bed and suggest that she should join them. She curtly replies, "they aren't real Mommy!" So I am silenced by this very smart reply -- really I am dumbstruck, but anyway. So then I resign to the fact that I will be awoken in 2 hours by little hot feet kicking me in the back. I start my shut down routine (to quiet the mind) and then just as I was about to drift off to that misty unknown... the covers are thrown off! "Hmph! Well if you don't want me here, I am leaving!!!" She jumped off the bed and returned to her own bed. At least 2-3 minutes had passed since I had even made the slight suggestion and then this! What was she doing for those moments? Thinking up that reply? I could hardly stiffle my laugh. And try as I may to apologize and offer to tuck her in, she just tucked her own self in and ignored me. So I said "I'm sorry" one last time and went to bed. As I began to drift off to sleep again, I asked God, "Now what was that all about?"
