Sadie Shows Her Stripes

During dinner tonight, Mark had to reprimand Sadie.  She was eating her soup with—you’d never guess—a paintbrush.

Later she came to me whimpering and showed me her arm that had a very clear, very indented bite mark on it.  “Mommy, look.”  Oh, but I know her tricks and ways, so I asked her if she did it.  “Yes.” 

She has a wild side, and I’ve nicknamed her Motorcycle Mama because of it.  It shows itself in fairly tame ways at this youthful stage, but I’m afraid she really will grow up to be a Motorcycle Mama if we don’t direct her correctly.