Drama Queen

On the way home from church tonight, Ada was playing with/sipping her milk from her new-fangled cup (mainly because she thought I wasn't looking).  I happened to catch her right before she was about to throw it onto the floor, and I sternly told her "no"--because we have enough milk splattered over the windows of the van, and I can't reach it when she throws it--and she of course would want it back after she threw it, even though she doesn't like it (complicated life this girl leads).  

After my stern warnings of "no, no, no" (I said it several times, and did I mention I was stern?), Ada burst into dramatic tears and deep sobs. You may think I am making the dramatic part up, but I am not. It was clearly partly a show, one which became even more dramatic if I looked at her. 

This went on for quite some time. And I may have made it worse by laughing...but not in her face, because I am just not that kind of mom. I turned my head first. 

But somewhere in the middle of a particularly dramatic sob, she apparently got tired and her nearly perfected "how could you break my heart like that" cry was interrupted by a yawn. 

And you can't cry and yawn at the same time (sort of like how you can't sneeze while keeping your eyes open...well, not really, but that is an interesting piece of data). 

I thought that was pretty funny. Ada did not. And then neither did I as I started to think about this kind of drama in a teenaged Ada. 

My future is not looking particularly bright.