Girls are Drama. Little Girls are Drama Queen, and when it comes to my Kiddo Tisha, she is The Queen of Drama Queens. 😎
She is her Papa’s Princess, as every daughter is, but she really behaves like a Princess. She decline to walk. You can either take her in your lap or she will travel in Car. But, no walk. Not even to the Park. Infact before she steps out from home, first question she will ask is, “Are we going by car, or walk?” 😮
She is fashionable and pick her own clothes. Get dressed herself, that too, five times a day. Above all, she thinks, she doesn’t have enough clothes. This is when she has more clothes, than her two brothers have, combined.
Well, this post is not about confirming her Diva status, but a recent incident which made me laugh till there are tears in my eyes. 😀
It started one fine day, actually just day before yesterday, when she ventured outside barefooted. What did she catch? A Splinter.
She got a splinter in her foot. 😦
Huge cry. Bucket of tears. Quite normal behavior you expect from a four(3.10) year old.
I caressed her and tried to calm her down. Got my tweezers and needle. Sterilize them and came to my daughter Tisha’s rescue.
First thing I heard….
Tisha: I will Kill. Mamma, I will Kill.
(meaning – I am going to die, mamma. She don’t know ‘die’ word yet. 😐 )
Oh, that almost made me laugh, but I composed myself and told her, it will be alright. Soon, mamma will fix everything. You will be fine. 😎
Tisha was constantly saying, “I will kill, mamma. Save me.” Till she saw tweezers in my hand.
Then there was a loud scream, and –
Tisha: Don’t kill me, Mamma. Don’t Kill me. Please Mamma, don’t kill me. Mamma, what are you doing? Are you going to Kill me? Please, mamma. Don’t Kill me.
I got her point. She was scared.
So I tried to console her by saying, “Tisha, I am your Doctor sweetie. I will fix you. Look, I have these tools to fix your pain, just like a Doctor do.”
Tisha: Doctor? You are my Doctor? (Crying more profoundly now)
Tisha: Doctors are Monsters. Mamma, you are going to kill me. 😥
I was laughing. Yes, I am ashamed of what I did. But, yes, I couldn’t control myself, and I laughed, and laughed, till my tummy hurt and there were tears in my eyes. By that time, splinter was securely out, but both of us were crying.
She was taken care of, with medicine and bandages (I used big ones, just to please her). She didn’t stepped down from the couch,w here she was resting, till her Papa came back.
First thing she said to her papa, “Papa, I got Kill.” 😛