Tonight Amy went out with her friend Shayne for drinks. She did so before Anya went to bed. Oh, did I mention Anya only wants mom to put her down these days? Or that she stayed at Grandma and Grandpa's last night? That she skipped her nap? Did you know she's very smart? That she's persistent?
So let me describe for you the eye of this perfect pre-schooler storm.
Amy's gone. Anya is screaming over and over, "I want mommy to put me to bed...I wanna go [with Mommy]!"
Daddy: "Hey, I'm gonna go down stairs and watch some animals on TV."
Anya: "I want mommy to put me to bed...I wanna go!" (Stomp, stomp, yell, yell)
I head down stair, still under the naive assumption that ignoring tantrums is somehow beneficial. Suddenly, it gets very quiet. I run up stairs and notice that the door (which has a child safe knob) is WIDE OPEN.
Anya is standing on the sidewalk of our VERY busy street. She runs up the stairs into the house when I catch and yell at her.
Disaster averted.
I bolt the door and head back down stairs.
Anya: "I want mommy to put me to bed...I wanna go!" (Stomp, stomp, yell, yell. THUMP! Drag.)
I go back upstairs and she's pulled a chair over to the door and was trying to unbolt the door again.
I move the chair, put on her favorite music (see earlier post) grab a wad of Play-Doh and made an Elephant. "...Watcha makin' daddy?"
Problem solved.
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