I hear the smacking of gum as I sit here on the computer, Vange is in a walker right next to me and I am feeding her "heart-shaped" crackers. This doesn't sound right. I look over and she pulls gum out of her mouth and hands it to me.
WHERE did that come from?
she points to a pot with a dead plant and pile of trash in it. SHE ATE USED GUM! YUK!!!
NO! I scold her. There is no training this child. I flick her hand and she scowls at me and hits me back. But continues to disobey. This one is a different breed.
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