My daughter is a great kid, of course. I mean, she's ours. Which means she is like us, for better or worse. Which means she is intelligent, sensitive, artistic, creative, stubborn, obstinate, and randomly throws outlandish fits over nothing at all. She's just like us.
Like, today, you know. Today she built a bridge out of popsicle sticks. And then she glued them together carefully. For half an hour. Carefully. Concentrating. And then she screamed,
"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BUILD A BRIDGE! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BUILD A BRIDGE! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BUILD A BRIDGE!" And she went to destroy the bridge, and I yelled,
"No! Don't destroy your bridge!"
And BAH grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her, kicking and screaming, he grabbed her (even though Babyfoot clearly did not want him to grab her, kicking and screaming) and then I took over and finally let her loose, on the promise she would not destroy her bridge. And she destroyed a heart drawing she had made earlier, instead. It was like she had to destroy something.
This kind of thing happens pretty often. If something is not perfect, she starts complaining that she doesn't know how to make it, and she sort of builds up like a volcano and Destructo Z EXPLODES!!!!
When she was a baby, we used to call her, "Our Little Volcano".