She’s having a week, our little Sophie. Perpetual cranky pants. Not getting enough sleep. Crying, yelling and crying some more when she realizes that she’s been yelling and yelling is wrong. This is the Sophie I would have expected in the terrible two phase. Not in the “four is so cute” phase.
Still too young to control her tears. Scaring herself a little bit with her outbursts, I suspect. Which gets her more upset. Ah, the vicious catch-22 of childhood.
Papa took her outside to play and she started to feel better. I even heard her laugh. And after laughing a bit, she felt good enough to give her dad a wet willy. Now that’s the Sophie bear we know and love.