I think the worst thing about having a girl is dealing with all of the drama that ensues. From the time Alyssa was born she was giving what my mother appropriately deemed “hard ass looks”, and now that she’s five years old the dramatic flouncing now accompanies those looks. She gets herself into a tizzy over the silliest things. This morning, for instance, Ryan was waving around one of those feathery cat toys for the cats to play with. You know the kind — a long plastic rod with a bunch of feathers on one end. Well Alyssa came over and tried to start up a game of Tug-of-War with the toy, with her holding onto the feathered end while Ryan squawked and shrieked and held onto the other end. Obviously I intervened and told her to let go of it, that it is not a toy, and furthermore, Ryan had it first. She flounced off. Not five minutes later she returns with an armful of Hello Kitty toys, dumps them on the living room carpet and proclaims, “I don’t want my Hello Kitty toys anymore”. I should have played along and taken them all and bagged them up for donation — and then proceeded with donating them to teach her a lesson — but instead I told her to knock off the nonsense, and quit acting out because she’s upset with me for reprimanding her for doing something wrong.
Ugh. Does this kind of behavior ever go away? I have patience for a lot of crap, but this flouncy drama? No patience whatsoever!
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
