Big Kid is in one of these bizarre phases she goes through a couple times a year where she's a beligerent person most of the time. It seriously sucks. I'm pretty sure it happens in part because she is going through some kind of major developmental change, and in part because I have these bizarre phases where I'm a total bitch and I have no patience and I really, really want to spend most of my time alone, which I like to call "PMS". I'm just not the best parent and Big Kid gets frustrated and hurt, and starts being thorny and difficult. It's righteous.
NO IT IS NOT.
As she gets older her crankiness and anger comes out in more sophisticated ways, like it did on the day that she pulled the old toddler bed mattress that needs to go to the garbage dump out onto the lawn and jumped around on it in her Thomas the Tank Engine underpants.
She was punching her arms in the air and shouting "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm going to poop on yer head! Uh huh uh huh uh huh! I'm gonna pooooooooop all over yer head!"
It was very punk rock.
In fact, what with the rebellion against authority, the yelling, the breaking things and the vomit, preschoolers have a great deal in common with punks.
She'd certainly let me dye her hair, but I wonder if she'd let me giver her a mohawk?