Do They Make Midol for Four-Year-Olds?

I may have mentioned this once or twice, but my daughter leans towards the more emotional side of her personality much more than my other children.

You may recall the great fishy towel disaster of a few months back . . .

Oh, how I do not wish to relive that day over and over again, Groundhog Day style.

Today, she seems to have a bit of nostalgia for that glorious, tantrum ridden day, as she has spent nearly half of the day kicking and screaming and yelling, "It's not fair," like nobodys business.

I wish, with all my might, that I knew what her triggers are. She had plenty of sleep. She's had a normal amount of nutritious and semi-nutritious food in her belly. She's had her normal routine. She's had me to herself for the entire morning.

Normal? Check.

When the kids wanted to play the Wii, I happily obliged, especially since looking out the window and seeing the mixture of SNOW and rain that was falling from the late-March sky. Would someone please explain that one to me?

"Onto the video gaming!" I tell them.

Now, I mostly heart the Wii, all the time, and I am not your typical video game lover. Well, except for that brief addiction to Tetris in the 10th grade . . . I am especially fond of Guitar Hero III and I find that channeling my inner Pat Benatar brings me much more delight than it should. Anyway, the Wii is, for lack of a better word, fun. It is fun for all of us and yes, you actually get off your tushie when you play.

Katie, however, thinks she owns the Wii, despite the fact that it was given to all of us by Santa Claus.

Throw four other kids in the mix, all waiting for a turn, and she is like a volcano waiting to erupt. I thought I had been teaching her the gentle art of turn taking. I thought she was getting the hang of sharing. I thought since she is the third and final kid, that she would understand that the world does not revolve around her, and the imaginary place called "KatieLand" doesn't really exist outside of her own mind.

I thought wrong.

The impending eruption was finally happening. There were wails and shrieks; some that the neighbors could hear, some that only a canine could hear. No matter how I tried to steer her clear, to rationalize and to explain that everyone would have a turn, she would not listen.

When the boys were this age, their disagreements were short-lived. No sooner would a squabble begin and it was over, within minutes not several minutes that turn into hours. I wish I could say that their arguments continued on this pattern, but they did not. Now I have a set of older siblings who hold grudges and a young lady who thinks she's the boss.

What have I done?

"It's my special day," she says to her brother.

"Why is it your special day?" he replies.

"Because it is snowing and my friends are over," she answers him, in a tone that implies he should have known better, of course.

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On that note, I leave you with this:

Roy says, "It's coooooold outside, lemme in!"