Tuesday, March 13, 2007
She's a Rebel
This morning Rocío got up on the wrong foot, or should I say she didn't want to get up at all.
When we went to wake her up for school, she insisted we bring her Cleo (our fat cat). Cleo was outside so we said no, and that she'd better get up immediately. From there on out everything went wrong. After much threatening with taking away the DS for the rest of the week, not having a birthday party, and taking her to school in her pyjamas, she finally deigned to drag herself to the breakfast table. She did eat breakfast, but refused to get dressed. So, I said, "O.K., we'll just take you to school in your pyjamas, you can wear some extra slippers we have downstairs."
Actually, Jesús did take her in her pyjamas once, and they almost got to school before she gave in. Remembering what happened that other time, she was dressed in about five seconds flat and she finally went off to school quite happily, although Jesús and I were not very happy at this point.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of Rocío's stubbornness; she's been doing this as long as we can remember and we are waiting for the day she'll outgrow it (don't know if there's much hope of that happening, but if it does we'll be throwing a big party).
I remember one summer, we were at the beach with Jesús' parents, and Rocío was about four years old. She got mad about something, I think she didn't want to eat her lentils, and we sent her to her room until she was ready to eat. After a good while of not hearing any noise, which is usually a bad sign, we decided to check up on her. My mother-in-law, who has a way with Rocío, went to try and convince her to have lunch, and when she tried to open the door, it was blocked. Now, there are no locks on the bedroom doors, so we knew she couldn't have locked herself in and we tried pushing it. Finally, with some effort, we managed to open the door enough to see Rocío stark naked in the middle of the room and all the furniture piled up against the door (it was rattan furniture that doesn't weigh too much). Needless to say, we had a hard time keeping from laughing; imagine an angry little four year old sitting naked on the floor with her arms crossed and all her clothes strewn about the room. Man, was she ever mad. After a while we changed her mind about the lentils, she ate them cheerfully, and it was like the whole thing never happened.
That's Rocío for you, one minute she's mad as hell and the next she's a perfect angel.