Little Miss Perfect
The other day The Nugget and I were visiting with some of our best friends, my old college buddy and her four year old daughter. We love going to their house because they have all kinds of toys that we don't have at our house and, well, an awesome four year old who is super cool. We had a fine old time until it was time to go. At that point, The Nugget started screaming. And running from me. And we started having our (recent)usual fight about getting her shoes on. And my friend started laughing . Quietly, not egging on The Nugget, but laughing never the less. Between attempts to keep my head from exploding calmly redirect my child, I glanced at her. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I've just never seen her act like that. I didn't know she ever did. It's just good to know I'm not the only one this happens to!" Huh. Perhaps I've been giving off the wrong impression. Have I not talked openly enough with my friends about my struggle