Sigh. My little stinker.
She was in rare form this morning: yelling, complaining, and ordering. Purely ornery.
We visited another church today. After an aggravating, bickerful ride in the car, we walked in a few minutes late.
Suddenly she morphed into Angelic Christian Sweetiepie.
She sang every song, even the ones she didn't know, with energy and feeling. "Oh, how precious," exclaimed the church ladies in front of us.
She couldn't sit still, so curled up on my lap with her head peeking over my shoulder. "Little darling," said the people behind us.
The message was about being fishers of men. At one point she laughed loudly and shouted, "he said 'go fish!!'" All the congregants within four or five pews chuckled at her innocent humor.
She smiled shyly at people and skipped along the aisle when I told her to come.
Once we got on the road, however, her alter ego re-emerged. Boss, fuss, complain, yell.
She'll make a great politician one day.
