Susie is a sweet, compliant 3-year-old. All day she amuses herself by coloring, or telling herself stories out loud, or dancing around the living room. She is the happy little caboose of our family, and we love her for it.
And then, there is the anti-Susie. Lately she's been appearing around 3 in the afternoon, out of the blue. The other day, for example, in the elevator at the doctor's office, when I pushed the button for the lobby. The button that Susie wanted to push...
I like to think the people waiting in the lobby were amused by the spectacle of me dragging a screaming 3-year-old by her legs out of the elevator. Anna had to sit on her in order for me to buckle her into the car. And Susie continued screaming for the half-hour it took us to get home.
Today, again. We had to drive Theo to his college class. I buckled Susie into her car seat and then put her hat on her head. This order of operation was incorrect. The hat, apparently, was supposed to go on her head first. But, of course! Another 30-minute cacophonous car ride ensued.
Why am I telling you this? I don't know. Susie is once more back to normal, humming and skipping and twirling as I type. There is no trace of the evil that lurks within. And I can only hope that the aberrant behavior she's been displaying is not merely a harbinger of her teen years.
But if it is, I think I'll send her to live with Anna.