My one girl gets grumpy.
I arrive to pick her up at the end of an activity and I find her huddled on the floor, back turned to the crowd, face hidden on her knees. Or maybe she’s hiding under a table or in the back of a bathroom stall.
She’s not screaming or crying, but she’s definitely pouting.
With arms crossed, with feet stomping, with loud harumphs for emphasis at the end of her sentences, she tells me the crisis: Others disagreed, someone else wanted the same thing, another person got to go first, that person got something better.
But this is the bottom line: She didn’t get her way.
And now, she’s grumpy.
I understand. I can be grumpy when I don’t get my way, too, wanting to sit out and let everybody know that I disagree with the decision and I’m sure not happy about it.
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