Paige came back from Grammy's house with a bit of an attitude. She got in trouble Sunday night for talking back and yelling at me. She got in trouble Monday for throwing things. She saved the best for Tuesday. Tuesday was field trip day at daycare; they went to the skating rink. Paige was bad. Not a little bad, a lot bad.
She didn't listen, ran wild, and yelled. She even bit the new boy. Paige said the new boy was mean, but I really don't know since I haven't met him. I will say his name is usually associated with bad boys, at least in my experience. Either way, biting is never acceptable, unless you're eating lunch. Paige was even so bad she got moved from the 4-K room down to the 3 year old room. If she couldn't act like a big 4 year old girl, she didn't get to play with the big girls. I think she hated that more than anything else daycare could have done.
Ronnie picked her up and got a full report on just how bad she was. When they got home he tried to talk to her and find out what happened, and why she acted the way she did. She refused to talk to him. Instead she kept picking up her rain boots she had worn to daycare that day and tossing them around. He sent her to her room to stay until we got her for supper. By the time I got home supper was mostly cooked and sitting in the middle of the table was an Olive Garden to go bag. It was full of shoes. Ronnie left Paige 3 pair of shoes and packed the rest away. She gets her dresses back Sunday. She gets her shoes back when she can act nice. Paige threw an absolute melt down tantrum when she saw her shoes packed away. As Ronnie told her why they were packed it got worse. This morning she really wanted more choice in her shoes and hated to get dressed. She keeps looking into that large Olive Garden bag and trying to pet her shoes. Either this will be very effective, or it will scar her for life.
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