We are so in for it with the little pip. She spent most of yesterday speaking gibberish at us with great seriousness, regaling us with stories she had to think earnestly about to be sure she imparted all the information. "Dee-diddle-dee da Mama oline. Bye, loadda dee li doo! Dab a doob a doot doo teedle doot. Bye Mama!"
Ordinarily when Hans comes home, she yells his name over and over as she runs to hug him. Yesterday, he walked in and said "hi" to her and she wouldn't even look at him. She sat on the sofa with her book open on her lap, eyes staring at the pages. Hans and I both tried soliciting a "hello" from her for her beloved Papa. She refused to make eye contact and continued to stare at her book. Finally, without moving her head or changing her expression, her eyes glance up at her father. Little twit.
She refuses any other acknowledgement for another ten minutes. When Hans touched her dee, she marched away, snatching it too her chest while yelling, "Is mine!"
This youngest opinionated business...the non-stop talking and lecturing...ooohh boy. We're in trouble.
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