You Only Hurt the Ones You Love
“I hate you and I am not your daughter!” she yells at me on the street.
Option one: laugh.
Option two: sit on bench and wait for tantrum to play out, and Twitter about how hilarious she is.
Option three: pick her up and throw her in car and forcibly attach seat belt and listen to wailing all the way home.
Then she kicks me. Well, that changes the whole dynamic doesn’t it? My four-year old is now hitting out-of-control territory and I’m standing by waiting for the next level of hysteria. And here it comes: 3,2,1...