Sabotaged Sabotage

Last night I told Peanut to get showered and into her "pretty dress" for her concert. Josh came home. The Cuddle Bear gave us an ornament she made at school and we made a big deal about it. Peanut gave us an ornament she made as school and we made a big deal about it.

And darkness descended.

It was Josh who caught it in time. Because he is fantabulous. Just thinking about his therapeutic parenting skills makes me want to go kiss him. So guys: you know what to do. Anyway. Ahem.

He said, "she's jealous."
I said, "yeah, no kidding. She's always jealous."
He said, "no. Peanut's wearing a pretty dress. Peanut has a concert. Peanut had a gift to give us. So did the Cuddle Bear."
I said, "ahhhhhhh."

And so it went. There was the normal fussing and moaning and stomping around, and Josh and I were fielding everything nicely and Princess said,

You guys are just trying to be AWESOME.

Wait. What? Really? Did she really say that? BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Really?

I did a little double take. And then I said, "Princess, of course we're trying to be awesome! Thank you so much for noticing how awesome Daddy and I are! That makes me feel awesome!"

What? Noooooo! GAH!!!!!

A-W-E-S-O-M-E!
Daddy and I are AWESOME! AWESOME!
A-W-E-S-O-M-E!
Daddy and I are AWESOME! AWESOME!

Noooooo!!! GAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Of course pom poms got involved. And a little dance. Josh joined in (because, after all, he is awesome). So did the rest of the kids.

It did not go over well.

I wrestled Princess into a coat and into the car. I sat in the back seat with her in a hug/restraint, and the entire Suburban sang Christmas carols over the top of her.

She cut it off as soon as we hit the parking lot, so all I actually had to do at the concert was keep my arm around her so she had to sit very, very close to me. Whenever she fussed I gave her hugs and big smacking kisses. She loved it. Not really.

She started up again as soon as we were out of the parking lot, so again with the caroling. When we got inside I set her up on the washing machine, took off her coat and slung her over my shoulder. This is called Using Sensory Processing Disorder to My Advantage. Because, if she's off balance (but safe, of course), she clings on me instead of hitting me in the face.

And put her to bed.

The rest of us had a great time, actually. I just wish it didn't always have to be such a fight.