I am truly grateful for spirited children with intelligence and spark. I have seen how well this has served my eldest in shaping and developing character and confidence.
I think the most feisty of all was saved for last. The only girl in this tribe is going through that stage of temper tantrums, defiance, rude outbursts. Of all three children she is the only one that seems to permanently have a finger wedged up her nostril.
She calls names, spits, demands and directs.
Meanie, stupid mummy and when that doesn't get the required effect a combination of all in mean, stupid, idiot mummy.
And then as quickly as she has been possessed by the foul nose picking, finger licking demon, she returns that sweet adorable angel with blonde springy ringlets and sweet little smiles and kisses.
Reminds me of a poem from the past. Clearly this is an age old problem of little princesses in the making.
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid!
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