While the girls did get to spend Saturday in the dirt, it's been raining since and they've been stuck inside. At least on Sunday they had cousins to play with. Today they drew and we ran errands, and then while Mischief took a nap Daddy and Aunt Audrey played with Drama Queen. Which was more of Daddy and Aunt Audrey playing with the toys while Drama Queen looked on and uttered an occasional, you guys are crazy! It was rather entertaining. DQ is now off to spend the night at her cousin's house, we'll see how this first sleepover goes, and I actually don't know where Mischief has gone off to, so I'd better go find out.
Okay, got her and shut her in the computer room with me, she is thoroughly entertained with a box of micro-machines now.
Grandma Jo mentioned today that I'm going to have my hands full with Drama Queen when she's a teenager. And she don't seem to envy me none! I really don't know how my mom did it. Growing up, I knew you did NOT talk back to mom. Drama Queen is a little Miss Sassy Pants. She talks back to anyone and everyone and doesn't understand why it's not something she should be doing. She's one of those people who doesn't have a filter, she just says whatever.
Grandma Jo reminded her for the 20th time (and that was just reminders from G. Jo, not counting the ones from mom, dad, and Aunt Audrey) to sit right at the table and eat over her plate. "WHY?" DQ asks, with a less than pleasant attitude. "Because otherwise you make a mess on the floor," G. Jo tells her. What does sassy pants say to grandma? "What if I want to make a mess." To which, and I love this, Grandma Jo tells her, "Then you're going to be learning to mop real quick."
Which leads me to a scenario that wasn't exactly back talking but that I was wondering what ya'll would have done/said, cause I know this is just the beginning.
Last night I put Drama Queen to bed and she was up 20 min. later to get a drink. On her way back to bed, she tells Mischief to come with her. Mr. Man overheard and told her no, it was not Mischief's bedtime, DQ needed to get back to bed now. She says, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." and heads off down the hall, where I hear her call a stage whisper to Mischief, "hey, come on, you can sleep with me!" I reminded her that NO. Mischief was NOT going to bed with her, she needed to obey dad and get in bed NOW.
She gives me a dirty look and climbs into her sleeping bag. As I'm shutting the door she says with an attitude, "Mom, why are you so mean?"
Your response to this is. . . .? Leave comments! I really want to know what ya'll would have done!