Slowly but surely, Addi is growing up. Last night I walked into the kitchen after changing Sam’s diaper and saw this:
Addi loves to “help” with dishes, so this was not a huge shock. Her "helping" means she rinses the clean dishes, fills the bowls and cups with water, and makes a pile of water-filled dishes next to the sink. Not the most efficient way of cleaning up but hey, it’s 10 more minutes I don’t have to worry about her using Sam as her “baby doll” and trying to shove plastic fake food in her mouth.
Last night as she was standing there she turned to Jay and said, “Daddy, how was your day?” He looked shocked for a minute and then said, “Well, it was pretty good, thanks for asking! How was your day? What did you do?”
As always, we expected, “I go to Kim’s” or “I read books.” But no, not today. Addi responded, “I bite Mason. Then I sit in time out on the steps.”
I quizzed her and she recounted how she bit Mason after he pushed her down. Last week Mason bit HER after a tussle over a plastic tub of toys, so this story sounded strikingly familiar. I called Kim and she said that yes, in fact Addi had claimed to have bitten Mason, but Mason said she didn’t. Apparently they did fight over the same plastic tub and my brute of a daughter threw him out of it and made him cry. Either way, Addi got to sit in time out.
Now I need to decide if I should be more worried that I have a biter on my hands or a compulsive liar. Either way, preschool will be a blast.