Yesterday afternoon I picked up Lily from her preschool at 3 p.m. She proceeded to be the most wonderful little girl ev-ah for the duration of the day. Cooperative, cheerful, funny, pleasant, cooperative, cooperative, did I mention cooperative? And I freakin' love how she says asparagus - sparekins. She ate a great dinner, took a lovely bath, brushed her teeth - all without so much as a grunt of disobedience. I'm not saying I want a little mini-me who does exactly like I tell her and yes ma'ams me. But cooperation, sweet cooperation is nice every once in a while.
This leaves me to wonder why on some days (very few days) things go like clockwork and my child is so pleasant? On most days it is a day-long struggle of wills between the two of us. Everything is a battle (albeit a small battle). Why can I catch glimpses of such an easygoing kid, but the majority of the time she's a pistol? What am I doing wrong, or right on the respective days?
Cuz I'd like to adopt the Lily that came home from school with me yesterday.
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