Paging Dr. Freud
Vista, at the ripe old age of 4, is a master manipulator.
She’s smart. Waaaay too smart. And she knows exactly how to play people.
I watch her do it with her therapists when she’s not in the mood to work with them. She’ll play dumb, bat her eyelashes, cock her head to the side, smile, and give a ‘I don’t know’ shrug. At which point we’ve now trained her therapists to glance over at me, where I can give a slight nod to indicate ‘yes, she knows this. She’s just fucking with you right now.’
The other day she was throwing a fit while getting ready for school. It was only 7:30am and I had already had it. So I looked at her and told her to drop the attitude. She stopped, cocked her head to the side and gave me the biggest smile. In return, I rolled my eyes at her. “Nice try. That might work on some people, but it doesn’t work on Mama.”
Without missing a beat, she let the smile drop and told me, “It works on Daddy.”
Yeah, my kid’s no dummy.
This morning she was being a typical four year old, running around and not listening to a thing we had to say. After 5 hours of this, Bil was understandably tired of it and told her “Enough. You need to start listening to Mommy and Daddy. You haven’t been listening at all this morning!”
Again, without missing a beat, she turned to him with a straight face and asked him “Why do you think that is?”
That *boom* you heard was Bil’s head exploding.