Yesterday my dd had an unexpected "fit." She had donned her new plastic hula skirt and was begging for some dancing music. We had a bit of difficulty choosing the music and finally decided on some swingin' jazz. But as the music played dd became increasingly upset. Suddenly she was wailing "I can't dance. I can't dance." Dh and I were perplexed. We tried to coax her, tried to praise her dancing skills, offered to help, offered to dance to show her, offered to dance with her. No! For one hour she wailed and wailed, completely distraught, in total despair. "Do you understand?" I asked dh. "Do you know what's going on?" He asked back. "Maybe it's one of her former identities acting out. Maybe she was a dancer who broke her leg." After a while, I said, "No, we've got to figure out what's really behind this." We never did.
Eventually she retreated to her bedroom. Minutes later we heard the sound of the legos tub crashing from the top shelf. Then legos being flung wildly against walls, floor and window. About 10 minutes later silence reigned.
Dd returned to the kitchen. For a few moments she dinked around rather sheepishly, and then said, "Maman, I want you to go look in my room." "I'm afraid to look!" said I, thinking she had simply thrown her legos all over the floor. "Come see!" insisted dd.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. My dd had destroyed her bedroom! Every single book, every single toy, every cushion, every bedsheet, her table and chairs, EVERYTHING formed a mountain so high I could barely see the far wall!
"Well, let's pick it up together." "You pick it up!" replied my dd. "Ah no! We'll do it together." "Ok." And as she hummed happily along, she carefully put away each book and each toy as I straightened the chairs, desk and bed.
The storm had passed. And we still have no idea what the problem was!
Eventually she retreated to her bedroom. Minutes later we heard the sound of the legos tub crashing from the top shelf. Then legos being flung wildly against walls, floor and window. About 10 minutes later silence reigned.
Dd returned to the kitchen. For a few moments she dinked around rather sheepishly, and then said, "Maman, I want you to go look in my room." "I'm afraid to look!" said I, thinking she had simply thrown her legos all over the floor. "Come see!" insisted dd.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. My dd had destroyed her bedroom! Every single book, every single toy, every cushion, every bedsheet, her table and chairs, EVERYTHING formed a mountain so high I could barely see the far wall!
"Well, let's pick it up together." "You pick it up!" replied my dd. "Ah no! We'll do it together." "Ok." And as she hummed happily along, she carefully put away each book and each toy as I straightened the chairs, desk and bed.
The storm had passed. And we still have no idea what the problem was!









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