Come to my house at 4 o’clock – any day of the week – and you will see a real – live – kidzilla in captivity. This creature growls and groans. Stomps and stampedes. It’s a nasty beast.
As much as you can trust spam being in your inbox, you can trust that every day at 4pm my child becomes kidzilla. One experienced parent called this time “arsenic hour” where the kids blow off steam from their busy days. Perhaps it’s a sugar low. Whatever it is – I really don’t like it.
I’ve tried listening. I’ve tried being patient. I’ve tried ignoring. I’ve tried being mad and sending kidzilla to the corner (I sometimes think we should just move her bed to the corner and accept the fact she will, most likely, live in the corner). I’ve tried having a special sweet treat waiting for her at 4pm. I’ve tried and tried…
Thankfully, 4pm turns into 5pm. By 6pm – behold – my child has returned; smiling, sharing, and lovely. I am still amazed that everyday at the same darn time Child B transforms into kidzilla. I could set my watch to it.
Funnily, qualities like agressiveness and determination in the toddler world gains the title; kidzilla. The same qualities as a grown up gains the title; CEO.
Great point! I’m sure some of the most successful, ambitious adults were among the most troublesome Kidzillas. Needless to say, I’m sure it doesn’t make it any easier for mom!