She’s not even two yet. She’s only just about reaching 18 months old. Yet, as I have mentioned in a previous post, she has reached the tantrum stage. She throws one heck of a wobbler – many parents would not be jealous at all.
Yesterday, whilst James was airsofting, she threw a hissy fit. It wasn’t just a normal hissy fit. It was a mother of all hissy fits. For no good reason.
For a reason unknown to me, she threw a paddy and smacked me square on in the face. That bloody hurt! I told her off for it, and smacked her fingers (not hard, I hasten to add). She genuinely looked sorry for doing it, as if she knew she was in the wrong. She followed it up by giving me a cuddle and a kiss which I was reluctant to accept, but did.
Even so, I have a bruised cheekbone. Luckily it’s not bruised on the skin. There should be a Mother-line I can call.