It's as if she's suddenly an actress, practicing for the role of a sulking child. She stomps around, shouting her disgust at the world's injustices. She hasn't got the right clothes to wear. Her brother ruins everything. She has nothing fun to do. She needs that toy, you know the one, she lost it last year. Life is no fair.
She delights in playing with the tone of her whining. She amps it up if no one is listening. She plays it down if she's afraid her father might be in earshot.
Her temper is quick, so is the forgiveness.
She is suddenly pre-pre-teen, at the ripe old age of four.
On Monday, she will be five. There were be fanfare and praise on that day. Today, just an homage to our new little drama queen. Practicing the power of her words and actions.
Our little B. Becoming her own person.
Please let us help you along the way.