Drama Queen

It could be said for any of our lovely ladies, that they have a bit of a flair for the stage.  Even young R will flop down into a sobbing heap of sadness when she doesn't get one more cookie to fill her belly.  I have seen her cry like her sisters attacked her and stole her favorite toy.  Problem being?  Her sisters are nowhere near her.  

Well - we were having melt down mode with baby #1 the other day.   It all started when Ms. A got up to use the potty.  And by got up, I mean woke up in the middle of the night to request assistance.  You see- I had just told her that that was the expectation.   It dawned on me that perhaps the reason that we had made no progress on the through the night dryness was because A didn't know the expectation.  That appears to be true - each night since then, she has gotten up and asked for help.

Well, I was so happy at this turn of events that I gave her a 1/2 of a mini snickers bar.   CANDY?! yes - I don't know why.  And once the events started to unfold after that, I really can't tell you why.   B- dead asleep hears the sugar hit her sisters tongue and races out of bed.   She reaches the bathroom and says "I can pee for candy."   Trying ... trying... finally, small success.  "Candy!" she demands.  What a weird system. 

I rolled my eyes and offered her the other 1/2 of the snickers.  Flop. Cry. Sob. Yell. "idon'twannaeatthatkindofcandy."  Ugh... A fight of my own design.  Why?WHY? WHY!? I try a gummy, or a couple of M&M's but the monster was already out of the bag.  There would be no appeasing her once she crosses the ledge.   Brendan got a cold wash cloth and started to wipe her tears. 

And do you know what she said next?   I am still in disbelief.  She told me “Mom, I am only 3 years old.  I don’t know how to handle this stuff.  You need to teach me how to handle this kind of a situation.”   What?  Three.  That is right – three years old and asking for help in such a magnificent way.

So I did.  I helped.  We talked about it – we had examples and we went back to the scene of the crime.  The candy-geddon 2011.  She looked in the bucket (still candy from v-day) and found three gummy hearts.  You know, the ones I offered her earlier.  And what did she do with those hearts?  That lady gave one to herself, one to her father for “making such a big fuss” and one to me “because I taught her a good lesson.”

What a kid.