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Oh the drama

Today was the last day of school! (!!!) It’s such a fun day for everyone – we have basketball, volleyball, and soccer tournaments in the morning, and there is a fun party with face painting, a bouncy castle, jousting, karaoke, games, and snacks in the afternoon. Charlotte always wants to come to work with me, and I’ve been excited to let her do so today.

That is until she scraped her knee this morning. On her way across the street to meet me at the door, she tripped and got a boo-boo. Okay, she’s had boo-boos before, so I didn’t think anything of it. But she was awfully quiet when she got inside the building. And she made me carry her all the way into my room…

Once I got to my classroom, I tried to set her down, but she wrapped her little monkey legs around me even tighter. So I attempted to write an email with her in my lap. No way. Don’t do that, Mama. She grabbed my arm and pulled it back around her. Apparently, I had to keep hugging her.

Next, I offered her a band-aid, knowing she’s say no (Child has a strange fear of them…). But I put one on her anyway and watched her turn into a frightened, shaky leaf. Off came the band-aid, and down poured the tears.

Do you want to watch a show?

Do you want to ring my bell?

Do you want to play with my pens?

No, no, no.

So Charlotte went home and couldn’t come back to work with me for the rest of the day.

Really. When I came home for lunch at eleven, she was “resting” on the couch under a mound of fleece blankets. And when I came home from work, she was napping, but I’d heard she wouldn’t walk all day.

And this charade continued when she woke up again. We’d put her down on the ground and she wouldn’t put an ounce of weight on her boo-boo leg. She pouted and begged to be carried. She demanded her dinner on the couch.

I didn’t know two year-olds could be so dramatic.

(And we did check to see that she wasn’t really hurt. She was able to bend and straighten her knee all the way, and she could push on our hands when we grabbed her feet. She was fine.)

At one point, around hour ten of her charade, she got off the couch for a moment before remembering her injury. “Oh my knee hurts,” she declared, turning her body right back around and climbing back into her spot. Whatever it was she needed, we had to bring it to her.

Finally, after being laid up for 12 hours, we figured out how to make Charlotte walk again. She walked on Daddy’s feet like a little slow dancer to the living room, then walked the rest of the way to her bedroom like a monkey. After that, she finally had the courage to stand on her “bum knee.”

Should I be concerned about all that drama? (Don’t answer that.)

Here’s our video of our little drama queen taken around 5:45 tonight. We just had to laugh at her.

P.S. She is potty training, which is why we don’t have pants on our child, and why the “modesty badge” is a pic I drew of her on the toilet. I still can’t believe I actually figured out how to do that.