Julia had a rough day today. 'This morning she stuffed her new tooth brush (has nothing to do with it being new) down the sink drain. I still have to get that out. And then, after our breakfast on the porch, she brought three little pottery figures that we brought from China onto the porch and she threw two of them onto the driveway to see them break. She had great fun picking up the pieces and I grabbed the third figure – a little elephant – before she had a chance to chuck it over the porch rail.
Is this stress? Moving blues? Is she renouncing her Chinese identify? Is she just being a bad girl? I have no idea.
No, she is just 6 and testing, but not at all easy on the mom.
On the up side, she has a decent pitching arm. And she has learned most of her colors and shouts them out all of the time. Nothing like driving down the street with "Mommy, Red", "Blue", Mommy, mommy, Green," ringing out from the back of the car.
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