And before there are any cracks about "location," let me just say I will virtually knock you upside your virtual head.
Now: Mommies of the internets? My 3-year-old daughter, that angelic, sweet dumpling of femininity and charm? She won't. Stop. Spitting. We are stymied. We can't come up with anyplace this might have been modeled for her, and more importantly, WE CAN'T MAKE HER STOP.
She spits on the floor. Inside the house. I'm really at a loss to add anything else to that, because it's just horrifying enough on its own. She seems fascinated by the whole process, from the manufacturing of the saliva all the way through to watching it dribble onto the floor. She KNOWS we hate it, and that if we see her do it (or find a tiny blob of spittle on the floor), she will have to go through the dreaded, "We don't do this" talk, followed by the "sit here by yourself until you're ready to have nice manners and not spit in the house" time-out, which she hates.
But I tell you, people--the dire (to her) consequences do not affect her rate of recidivism. I have probably told her to STOP. SPITTING. about 20 times today. She always apologizes, and always agrees not to do it any more, and has lately been insisting that "it was an accident."
HELP STOP THE SPITTING! Mommies--you're up to bat! Also, tell me if the name-change of Bella's preschool seems ominous to you: It's now being called an "enhancement center." I'm checking for pods.
And while you're thinking on that, visit my renter, in the sidebar. She might have something to say today that would feel good to hear.
And? If you have dogs that are afraid of thunderstorms (I have one)? Do not play the DVD "Fantasia 2000" in their presence. Bella wanted to watch it twice this afternoon (or rather, to have it on for background effect while she ran around the house spitting and writing on herself with a ball-point pen), and the whole time it was on, Delta was in high, give-me-a-sedative freakout mode. As soon as the movie went off, she was fine. Go figure.