Whenever Maddie attempts something that is clearly forbidden (pounding on the computer keyboard, grabbing the knife left too close to the edge of the counter, climbing up on top of the piano, etc.) she responds to my scolding with the same comment:
I disagree. I tell her each time that her action is not funny but really naughty yet she persists.
She spends quite a few moments of the day in the “naughty spot” as of late. Two minutes a pop. More often it’s for more serious infractions such as biting, hitting, or pulling the hair of her older and much larger brother. She is clearly testing the limits and enjoys a good reaction. How will she ever stop when she evokes dramatics the likes of writhing on the ground in embellished pain and wails of “Maaa-DEEEE!” on a regular basis?
The good news is she doesn’t like sitting there and is starting to avoid it when given the choice. Most of the time, when I remind her that the naughty spot will be on her horizon if she [fill in the blank with any number of bad decisions], she aborts the plan. Or she tries a different tactic. Like how she starts waving her hand saying, “Bye bye, Mama!” as she attempts to divert my attention from the object of her forbidden intention.
This girl is tough. And a trifle mean at times. Sort of a sweet and sour complex where one minute she is kindly bringing me a needed item and the next she’s got her fingers ready to pinch the first person to cross her path. I suppose it’s a good thing considering she is now surrounded by three brothers who will likely out-size her by a couple feet and several pounds in the years to come. But the naughty acts are getting tiresome. I just hope we can channel her stubborn energy into good use.
I have to admit, when I’m at my wits’ end with her antics and she looks at me with those big brown eyes and whispers “funny,” it almost kind of is. Almost.