THAT child.

You know the one. The kid that all the other kids stay away from, because he/she takes their toys, or hits them, or pushes them. The kid that the other mothers tell their children to stay away from. I used to look at those mothers with pity. Imagine not being able to control your child.



That was my child this week.



Not the whole week. Just one day. The one day we had a play date. Disaster with a capital D. It all started when I forgot her blanket at home. How dare I do such a thing. She had her bunny (blankie and bunny are her 2 comfort items at the moment), but not blankie. When we got to our play date's house, my friends little girl had a blanket very similar to Olivia's. Which meant it was hers (of course). My friends little girl put up a fight, but Olivia pulled her hair and she let go. Sigh. Time out number 1. It went downhill from there. Magic markers on the wall, apple juice spilled on the carpet, tantrum after tantrum when she wanted a toy that someone else was playing with, it was nonstop drama. We left early (apologizing profusely) and she was a perfect angel the rest of the day.



I was aggravated at her for a little while.



But it's really hard to stay mad at someone wearing pink sparkle shoes and carrying a bright pink pirate monkey. Especially when she knows she's been bad and gives you that little impish grin. REALLY hard.