5yo has now declared herself to be drama princess junior [her name] gigglepants
meanwhile, 8yo is having a dramatically-way-overdone meltdown over the fact that we have no cones for her ice cream.
me: time to eat breakfast.
8yo: mini pancakes.
me: we don’t have any. come see what we do have.
8yo: we haven’t had anything new in a week. there isn’t anything to eat. i’m just saying that i have had to eat the same snacks for 2 WHOLE WEEKS. i don’t know if i can take another day!!!
me: OH THE HUMANITY!!! pick something and eat. *sigh*
asked 8yo to stack multitude of stuffed animals thrown in the corner of her room nicely. you would have thought that i asked her to cut the lawn with scissors. *sighs at the dramatics*
8yo just declared it was stressful for her to sweep the sand off the porch.
so 7yo pushed on a coin return button on the school vending machine, and her finger got stuck. after several tries with lotion, etc., they called the fire department, who finally unwedged it with a long skinny stick. no blood or cuts – just a big indent and future bruising. i got there just in time for them to tell me what happened. it’s never good when they greet you outside with, “she’s okay, but…”
*collapses in a pile*
7yo bought a stuffed owl at Kohl’s. she introduced it at our tea party as Baby Coo, an owl she adopted from some forest rangers after its parents died in a wildfire.
7yo calls me into her room. she is kneeling on the bed with her head down, trying to make a tear come to her eye.
7yo: 4yo said loud and mean things to me that broke my heart in two.
7yo [yesterday in the car]: cousin Nikki and i are alike, and cousin Michael and you [4yo] are alike….
4yo [interrupting LIKE A COW – sorry, terrible inside joke]: you and Nikki are drama queens….
7yo: hey!!! i was gonna say we talk a lot….
me: [cracking up and wisely staying silent]
7yo: what are the x’s and o’s on the card for?
daddy: they mean kisses and hugs.
7yo: ewwwwww! that’s like people kissing!
daddy: you kiss and hugs people you love.
7yo [yelling]: GROSS!!!
daddy: stop that!
7yo: i can’t. I’M DRAMA.
daddy and me: [falling over laughing]
6yo [on running out of green paint for her picture]: i’m doomed!!!