My daughter is an extremely happy child. She is also a child who is easily pissed off. Basically, she is a Drama Queen, prone to The Dramatics all day long about everything and anything.
“Hmmm, I wonder where she gets it from?”
That’s what my husband (AND HIS MOTHER) love to say at every chance they get.
Seriously. According to my mother in law, every “bad” trait my children have, comes from me. (pissy, moody, stubborn, irresponsible) Every wonderful and great trait comes from her perfect son. And in all fairness, it is not just my mother in law who thinks this way (and says it, OUTLOUD). My own MOTHER believes it.
Because Tony is “Perfect” and I’m “lucky he’s put up with me for all of these years.”
But, that’s not really what this is about.
This is about my DramaQueen daughter and The Pink Boots I thought she would LOVE!
Having believed I’d never have a daughter, that I’d only be the mother to boys, imagine the excitement I felt when I saw a pair of pink boots at Mervyns, in my daughter’s size, ON CLEARANCE.
“She will love these!” I thought. “And she will squeel with excitment as I zip them on her precious feet, and I will pick her up, twirl her around and sing a song about her pretty she looks in her pink boots and then, she will proudly walk around the house, showing them off to everyone!”
Um. Yeah. Riiiiiiight.
I put them on. She tried to stand up, but didn’t like the way they felt on her feet. I think the little heel bugged her. SO, she stood there in a “I am taking a dump” position and REFUSED to move.
I begged her to move. “Come on, sweetie, let’s go show daddy how pretty you look!”
She got on her hands and knees and crawled underneath the sofa table and once again, refused to move.
At this point, I realized my “Pink Boot Fantasy” had just went to hell and there would be no squeels of joy, there would be no twirling around the house nor would there be songs of pretty boots.
Instead, there would be DRAMATICS
AND ATTEMPTED SCRATCHING OF FACES
Totally not what I had thought her First Pink Boot experience would be like, but, with her temper and tendancy towards making a HUGE ASS DEAL OUT OF EVERYTHING (Again, I wonder where she gets THAT from?), I should have known it would turn out that way.
God, I love her. And, I love those pink boots that will never be worn again. Ever.
We’ve already decided they’re going in a “shadow box” along with those pictures and will be put proudly on display in her bedroom. And it will be titled “Shattered dreams.”