Maggie(3) came running into the house from where she was playing in the backyard with some of her brothers yesterday. She was crying in her typical dramatic fashion and I was sure she had a story to tell me about somebody wronging her so I put her in my lap and encouraged her to calm down a bit so we could talk about what happened.

She turned off the crying in an instant and the following tattle ensued.

Maggie: Sam took the stick from me and said I couldn’t swing the sticks and so I attacked him and he said NO, Maggie! You do not hit!

Me (not sure I heard her correctly): You asked him?

Maggie (a little annoyed that I didn’t understand): NO! I attacked him! Because he took my stick away!

At this point I could not control my laughter so I had to hide my face because attacking somebody is not funny. I got calmed down after a few minutes and was able to do the appropriate talking and teaching.

This morning while I was writing this post Maggie asked for one of those tiny pickles.  Rabbit got it for her, she took one bite, and told me she would leave it on the counter beside me and eat it later.  I told her, no, she would eat it now and so she wrapped it in a dirty dishtowel to “dry it off” (re: to hide it).  When I saw what she had done I told her to put the pickle in the sink and we told her not to ask for another snack.

She ran into her room and, in as much dramatics as she could muster, started telling Lucy, Mom and Dad said that all my snacks have to go into the sink FOREVER!  

She is the cutest person and is the most theatrical child in our brood.

And the one most likely to give me all the gray hairs.

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