She Freaks Out Over the Smallest Things

I was playing on my computer today, ignoring her as she watched "Dragon Tales." From 5 to 6 is TV time, Mom-gets-a-break time, and sometimes, on the worst days, it's-finally-time-for-a-cocktail time. But Violet wanted attention.

"Stand up!" she hectors me. "Get up! Get up! Get up!" I get the feeling I could sit here for 100 years and she'd just keep saying it every two seconds. "Get up! Get up!" I get up. She wants to hold my hands and spin in a circle.

"Are we dancing?" I ask her. No, we are not. We are spinning in a tight little circle, and I'm getting vertigo. Also, I'm not holding her hands right. "Like this?" I ask. She rips her hands from mine. "Nooooo!"

"Like this?" I grab her wrists. That's not right either. "Like this?" I hold her fists in my hands. That is so wrong, so very very wrong that she has to hurl herself onto the purple chair.

"Nooooo!" she rants. "Noooooo! Nooooo!" Hey, I remember this! This whole thing where she has a really clear idea about what needs to be done, only she can't do it. I remember this from 18 months! And then I thought she grew out of it. But I guess she didn't. She beats her little fist on the purple chair with fury. She goes and hits the edge of the door (which is blameless, but hey) in pure fury. "NO! NO! NO!"

I agree with you Violet. I vote yes on no.