I'm working on a different post, but I just had to break in for a minute to report that my daughter, who has been pleading, begging, whining, nagging, and crying about her VERY intense need to GO TO THE RESTAURANT AND SEE AUDREY (her favorite 4-year-old peer, whose parents own and operate the new Italian restaurant that we've been frequenting in town--I believe Bella thinks that Audrey and her parents just happen to be there every time we go) for the last 5 hours, has pulled out the big guns.
She just threatened to call the police if I do not meet her demands. And also to not be my best friend any more, but the police thing was way funnier.
Seriously: "Mommy, I have to tell you, that if we do not gototherestaurantandseeAudrey RIGHT NOW, I am going to CALL THE POLICE."
I nearly wet myself. And fortunately, while I was typing this, she changed tack, and came and hugged me, told me she was sorry, and that she would "try very hard to be good...if we can just gototherestaurantandseeaudrey."
Good thing she changed her tune, too. Otherwise I'd have had to call the police. And because I have a healthy respect for law enforcement (and because we already decided to do so hours ago), now we're off to THE RESTAURANT. To see Audrey. And hopefully snag some drool-worthy spinach manicotti...after we've each eaten a homemade herbed roll as big as our heads.