Today the kid was overtired, she was a wee bit on the crazy side. She gets this level of tired where she can’t settle, she won’t stop moving, having new ideas about what she wants to do and which toys to play with.
After she peed on the floor and tore open a pack of pencil crayons. When I asked her why she said she didn’t know and I uttered the phrase that I have uttered before: “You are too much like me, little girl.”
I used to take things apart, rip stuff, colour on things. I was a destructive kid with mostly good intentions. I have to remind myself that she is too.