Last night, I started a list of things I needed at Walmart. Then my sister calls me and I start chit chatting with her. Emma takes my pen and paper.
She (rudely) interrupts me while I’m on the phone. She wanted to know how to spell toy.
I quickly tell her “T-O-Y” then go back to talking on the phone.
After about ten minutes, I hang up and look down at my list.
I know Emma knows most of the letters of the alphabet and she knows how to write her name. I had noooo idea that she knows how to write out things I spell for her. She did this all on her own!
I thought it was pretty cute.
So I agree to take her to Walmart with me and she could pick one, very small, toy.
We go down the toy aisle. Mistake. She wanted this ridiculously priced ($20) fake Repunzel hair. I have bought fake hair for her before and it lasts about a day before it gets too tangled to even brush. I refused to buy her that. This set her off on the biggest tantrum of the year. Of course, in a public place.
I went right to the registers with her hanging off the cart in tears, kicking and screaming. A guy behind us tried talking to her. He asked her what was wrong. She just screams, “I wannnnttt Repunzelllll haaaaiiir!!!”
Naturally, I get in the car angry. She starts to calm down but she is still crying.
Me: Emma! Do not EVER act like that in a store EVER AGAIN!!! (Then I got a vision of my mom saying this to me…)
Emma: (still crying) But…but I wasn’t ACTING, mommy! These are REAL tears!! I’m really crying, not acting!! I’m really am crying, mommy!!
Somehow in my moment of my extreme anger, Emma makes me laugh. We’re raising a girl that thinks the world is a stage…
I hope I get a little shout out in your Oscar acceptance speech, Emma.