Svea had to move her clip today. For the first time.
In kindergarten language, that means she did not get a smiley face on her daily behavior chart, code #6 to be exact, which reads: "6. Failure to Keep Hands and Feet to Herself."
Serious sentence to some five-year-olds.
She kicked Colin.
I asked her why and she said, "I don't know."
I said that sometimes when we want someone to notice us we do things like that. Was that it?
She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "No," in the tone of voice of Dumb Mommy.
I told Brian and he said that maybe she just got tired of growling at Colin. Ha.
After kicking Colin, getting her clip moved, "sharing" her new Valentine card from Mama J with Corinne so that Corinne's face was covered in glitter, not eating her dinner, and reading the Sunday comics instead of taking a bath, she left this note on my bed:
Drama queen. Daggers in my heart.
Then I found this note in my purse:
Then she asked me to velcro her princess dress for her and come dance in her room before she went to bed.
I guess I am forgiven.
It's so great that grudges last about 2.6 seconds in this house. Moving on...
Henry got new cleats and starts soccer tomorrow so his behavior was spit spot.
And this little daisy:
Oh my, she is such a daisy. Smiling and grinning UNTIL I got the camera. Chubby in the bumbo, smelling perfectly "baby."
All is well with the world...