C, Viola's BFF has been in a bad mood all day. They're outside riding bikes, and then I look up and see her mom coming up the walk with one of Viola's bikes.
I live in fear that someday I will be told, "Viola is a horrible kid and I don't want C playing with her anymore." But instead, apparently, C has apparently crossed that last line and talked back to her mum. I hear her inside her house having the mother of all temper tantrums. Her mum rolls her eyes and we commiserate on the tribulations of strong-willed children. Then she goes back to her house and we hear Hurricane C unleashing the banshee wails of madness.
Viola: Woah, that is some serious crying.
Me: (pause and then MONSTER HUG OF ADORABLENESS)
Viola: Yeah, SERIOUS crying.
Me: You know what I would do if you had a temper tantrum like that?
Viola: Paddle the backside?
Me: Bingo. It's called, 'giving you something to cry about'.
Viola: No thank you.
Me: You're adorable.
Viola: Yeah, a little bit.