Bye Bye, Mia

Jessica's summer of nannying came to an end this week. Which means no more playdates with Miss Mia. I realized something in the hours we spent with this precious little girl, though.

My son throws himself a pretty darn good tantrum. He rips stuff out of his mouth in angry protest should things not go his way, he face-plants on the floor if he's told "no" on occasion (not that we only tell him "no" occasionally, it's just that he only occasionally reacts this way). He gets pure, evil joy out of pulling Cheetoh's tail, and he loves to make juice/water/milk puddles on my floors.

However...little girls are far from perfect! Holy cannoli! Miss Mia plants herself on the floor, assumes the pouty-lip position, and proceeds to emit an ear-splitting, calling-all-dogs, subhuman sort of noise that causes her beautiful porcelin skin to contort until she's almost unrecognizable. A word of warning: Do Not ask this girl to share. Oh Lord, have mercy on me. I did...and WHEW! I barely escaped with my life (a moment of sheer pride was when she wouldn't share a cracker with Avery, and in response, Avery took his last cracker over to Mia, even offering to place it in her mouth for her).

Ok, now that I've let off some steam, I feel as though I need to remind myself - and all of you (Hi, Jennifer!) - that she's really just as sweet as they come most of the time.