Penelope the Terror

Penny: "DA DA DA DA DA . . . .DA DA DA. .. DADADA. . . DA DA DA DAD DDADDDAAA"

Me: "No, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA."

Penny, with her cute look and hands gesticulating like she is giving a disseration: "DA DADADADAD DAD ADAD DADADADA DADAD DA, AHHHHHHH"

Penny ambled over to her brother and seemingly began to hug him saying, "AAAAWWW." Then she commenced to viciously slap him repeatly in the face. Usually Nathaniel is very patient, but tonight, he seemed intent to enjoy the video game time he had earned. He turned around and yelled at Penny, telling her to stop hurting him and to go away. It only took a few seconds for the hurt to build in her face. She clenched up her face and burst into tears. Then she looked up to see me sitting there across the room. She ran over to me all the while crying and waving her hands wildly in the air. I felt like she was saying "Mommy, how dare Nathaniel talk to me like that!!! Make it all better with your kisses."

I kind of forgot what it was like to have someone come to you to be comforted. Even though she was sad, I loved every minute of the comforting.