Children are sponges – they observe all, take note, and showcase previously hidden talents when you least expect it.
Two weeks ago, the gym child care informed me Lil Diva was “acting out”. Out of the blue, she suddenly began pushing, hitting, and tackling other children – some significantly larger than her. I admit, hearing of her take down of one older girl – who nailed Lil Diva repeatedly during her “shoving little babies as hard as she could” stage about 6 months ago – I grinned.
I never said I was perfect.
I blamed CG, who just a few days prior, had an “awesome” time rough housing with her as giggles and squeals echoed in the air.
For the most part, Lil Diva runs with the big kids now – not comprehending those younger lack the resiliency of Daddy or her brother.
We attended a birthday party last weekend, bursting with crazy children having a blast. Most of them were 4-6 years old, but one girl was only two weeks older.
At first, she and Lil Diva hit it off – two peas in a hug and slobbery kiss infused pod. The adorable meter shattered, helpless to measure the level of extreme cuteness.
Just as we brought out the camera to catch it on film, the honeymoon phase wore off – along with the mommy restraints – as I set the two new best friends upon the floor.
And this happened:
Whether knowledge acquired from Daddy or her brother – the fact remains:
We have a Tacklerette in the house.
God help me.