Today I met Bubbles who turned into a Little Miss Contrary who bordered on tantrum-throwing. No pasta, she stated. Biscuits only. The pasta her Mommy had painstakingly cooked remained untouched. Poor worried Mommy.
A nap and hugs from the plushies put Little Miss Contrary in a better mood. Still, no pasta, she said. Yoghurt only. Then Auntie Imp scooped her pasta and licked the spoon clean. I did plan to eat it all. There was a little frown. Okay, I eat pasta now, she decided. Ha! Mommy smiled at her. Mommy's smiling, she said. Yes, keep Mommy smiling, I made a face at her.
The usual seedless grapes with skin appeared. Little Miss Contrary has always eaten the skin. I don't want skin. I don't want grapes, she said. Auntie Imp popped a grape into the mouth. Skin is good, Mommy said. She was unmoved. I sighed and peeled a grape. She deigned to eat that. Then another, and another. I peeled all the grapes in the bowl. She ate them all up. Grrrrr. I think I've set a bad precedent. Now her Mommy has got to peel her grapes....oops. Sorry, Corsage!
I want to wear my Crocs, she demanded. The shoes are too big, you won't be able to walk. Mommy said. I can walk! She insisted. She toddled to the car and to the lift lobby of destination, flapping about in her slightly-bigger-than-feet Mary-Janes. Then she grinned at me. Auntie Imp, 抱抱! She wheedled. SIGH. OKAAAY, CHEEKY MONKEY.
Little Miss Contrary is quite contrary indeed.