The other day #4 was crying and being difficult. Annoyed I asked, “What is your problem?” #4 said to me, “I am a drama queen.” She is 5 years old. I look to my wife and asked how she knew that phrase. My wife told me that #2 calls #4 that all the time. Well, it is true. #4 is a bit of a drama queen. She has a smile that will make all your troubles go away and a cry that will make you wish you were deaf. She is extremely sensitive to physical and emotional pain.
Later that same day my wife and I hear #4 crying and shouting, “You broke my heart! You broke my heart!” My wife and I looked at each other for a couple of minutes wondering (a) what happened and (b) what a strange choice of words for such a little kid fighting with her sibling (most likely #3 her nemesis). After looking at each other with a perplexed look, my wife goes up and comes back down with a huge grin. I realized that what most likely happened was that her brother broke a toy heart. Lo and behold I was right.
I think my wife and I were a little disappointed that the drama that unfolded was so ordinary and literal. For a moment there, we thought we got a glimpse of genius or maturity. Well, until then, we will keep on hoping and keep on nurturing.