Rehearsal

The Drama Queen that lives in my home was born this way. She certainly didn't learn it from anyone here.

Tonight at dinner she asked for something (don't even remember what). Her request was denied. "Oh," she said, "I guess I should cry, then!" She ran into the living room, threw herself headlong onto the couch, and commenced wailing.

We were driving in the car. I'd let her use my Kindle so she wouldn't fall asleep. About 10 minutes into the trip, she said, "Momma, I don't want to play this game any more." I asked her if she was tired of it. "Oh, yes! I am tired of it. I should have a meltdown." I told her that if she did, I'd just take the Kindle. She changed her mind.

If there are still soap operas in twenty years, she'll surely qualify.