...that I laughed last night while on the phone with my mom who was dealing with a very agitated Alex? Turns out she and Otto-puppy-dog are alternate best friends worst enemies. They play, they fight, they have time-outs. Sounds like fun, if observed from a distance. :D
I fondly picture Alex dangling a burpie over the edge of her bed, not for Otto to play with but probably to drop, and then Otto grabbing it and trying to escape with it. Because I am ever so familiar with the frustrated screaming of, "Are you all done?!?!" when Alex has had enough. And I know she'll do it repeatedly even though she sees what happens and hates it. Because she can do what she wants. Everyone else should mold their behavior to suit her individual needs. Even the puppy.
Well, I'm enjoying a weekend away from the chaos and crying. I'm sure I'll hear all about it, and probably Alex will arrive home with tiny bite marks to symbolize every time she had a clash of wills with Otto, but that's ok by me. If it means mornings free of diaper changes, making breakfasts to be half-eaten and protests over wearing clothing, I can deal with it. :)
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