Emma was in a right state yesterday when I picked her up from daycare at noon. I could tell that she was tired and hungry and hot. She cried and whined the whole time we were biking home, that her legs were tired and she wanted to just watch a movie.
Now, I was tired and hungry and hot as well. I was in no mood to deal with a tantrum. I announced that we were both having Quiet Time as soon as we had eaten lunch. That, of course, sparked a whole new level of hysterics.
We got home, I made quesadillas for lunch, and Emma disappeared into the living room while I was cleaning up. Things got very quiet.
About five minutes later, she appeared dressed in her pink princess dress and took my hand. She said she "had a message for me in the living room."
I had to laugh. All my grumpiness and irritation - immediately gone. Poof. Evaporated.
Can you see the message?
The girl is clever. My code word "Quiet Time" has definitely been cracked.