It's been one of those weeks with Amelie.
I cleaned the bathroom mirror for company; after they'd been here a few hours, I noticed she had re-cleaned it and left toilet paper bits stuck all over it.
I left the jar of peanut butter out on the counter; she found it, opened it, and got all sticky just after I'd gotten her all clean.
She colored markers all over her hands. Twice.
She gave Misty a haircut. I thought I'd caught her right away with only one chunk of hair lopped off, but then I came across several more tufts strewn across the floor. Not okay.
She whacked Elizabeth on the back of the head with a wooden stool, completely unprovoked - in front of our entire small group.
She slipped away from me at the library and was brought back to me by a stern-looking librarian as I searched the children's section for her.
And on. And on.
We're working really hard at being consistent and nipping naughty behavior in the bud, but it's hard when she keeps coming up with new things!
2 comments:
Better you than I. Being a grandma is so much fun. I just get to love her.
It's much easier to be the grandma who just gets to love her than the mom who has to mold her into God's image.
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