Young kids are rough. Constantly running around enjoying every single second of life. Feeling the sand run between their toes. Fresh grass beneath their feet. Sometimes a 4 year old is very hard to keep up with. She just wants to run and run and run until she can not run any further and then she runs back to me. She gets up as soon as she can, wanting to dress up as whatever character she wants to be that day. Once she tires of being a pirate, she'll change into a ballerina. Then she wants to watch tv. But she doesn't want to just sit on the couch and watch tv, she wants to run on the couch and jump on the couch, and jump off the couch, and do tumbling on the floor. All of a sudden she will remember a toy that she wanted to play with, so all the pieces that go to that toy come out. Then she is submerged into the world of imagination. Where all the pieces talk and travel together and play peacefully. Oops, forgot she was in the middle of watching tv, so it's back to the living room. She is magically transferred into a land where all her dolls come to life and she needs to cook a meal for them so they can have a tea party while watching tv. She is very good about not serving anything too hot to her guests. Is it lunch time yet? Oh, chicken nuggets, because one can never have too many chicken nuggets. Then she wants Mommy to play, but Mommy can not see straight. So Mommy tries to be one of the little weeble wobbles, but Mommy doesn't play right, so Mommy is asked not to play anymore. She wants to go outside now and play in the sand box, or maybe on the swings, but not the slides, DEFINITELY not the slides. Now it's time to run in circles, just because. Oh there is a commercial on with that toy she wants, conveniently followed by another commercial of something else she wants. Then a sneak preview for a show that isn't going to be on until next week, but SHE WANTS TO WATCH IT NOW!!! There is a bit of arguing and explaining, which is quickly forgotten because a big dragon is attacking the town people gathering to eat their food. Hurry we have to go save them. Whew, that was close. There are minor injuries so she needs to get her doctor kit and bandage them up. Aww the poor horsey got hurt too, and it looks like he'll be wearing a cast for a while. OK everyone seems to be doing better now. That must mean it's time to torture Nanny. This involves her ramming her head into any part of Nanny's body that is not currently protected, which occasionally results in dead legs. A is awake now, so it's time to tease the baby. Let's play, but on my terms. Everything in the house is mine and I'll give you something to play with, but if I want it back I take it. "Stop teasing the baby!" Now it's time for the baby to chase her. This is when the pitchiness of the house gets very high. Screaming and giggling. Every once in a while someone falls, body parts get checked, and then they are back it. More screaming and giggling. Then she wants to watch a movie. "The tv is on in the other room." She wants to watch something in the other room anyway. This is how we save on energy! Oh look there is the kid couch. She must pull it out like a bed, and then flip it on her head, and lay underneath and watch her movie. Uh oh movie's over. "Someone help me!" Everyone comes running, worried there is blood or a hanging limb. "I need a new movie."
Is it bedtime yet? I'm exhausted!
Next time: Words to live by?
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