My mother waited nearly four decades for Quarta to be born, because revenge, like a fine wine, only improves with age. That is to say, Quarta is smart, charming, cute -- and a Tiny Terror who is going through a screaming phase. The same one that I went through back in the day.
Because I have a lot less patience than my mom did, Quarta has recently become acquainted with the wonderful world of the Time-Out Step, where she goes (in theory) every time she screams. OH, THE DRAMA. It's kind-of almost not worth it, because once she's on that step, she figures she might as well double down. I was beginning to think that this whole "time out" thing had been a bust.
Until today when another child who shall remain nameless, Terzo, talked back to me. I gave him The Look (which totally does not work on him the way it worked on me) and snarled, "Okay, TIME OUT." At which point Quarta, who had been watching the whole thing, walked herself over to the Time-Out Step and sat herself right down.
So either she actually has been paying attention, or we've got a toddler with a raging case of codependency on our hands. Time to set up that therapy fund.