We were at
the playground a couple weeks ago when I heard my 2-year old whining. Now, I
consider it a gift being able to tune out the incessant nasal-whimper that
inevitably comes with turning 2, but when we’re out in public I generally try
to look like a concerned, doting mother. So I glanced up to find out what was
ailing Michael. My blood immediately started to boil when I saw some punk kid
push him down the slide. While I try not to make a habit of yelling at other
people’s kids, I was willing to make an exception that day. I didn’t make it
two steps, however, before Charlotte was giving that kid the biggest
tongue-lashing a 4-year old could muster. No one hurts her little brother!!
(Except her). I stood nearby but didn’t intervene. I was so proud in that
moment. I’m only sorry I didn’t have a bowl of popcorn so I could enjoy the
show. She finished her tirade and I was about to sit back down when I see her
cock her arm back, fist clenched. I don’t know why my first thought was She wouldn’t dare, because she is her mother’s daughter, and I wouldn’t expect anything less.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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That's absolutely adorable. And HILARIOUS! Good for Charlotte! Ha.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pistol. Awesome
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