My little girl is such an independent Miss Priss. When she's at home. Or just around others her age.
But put her in a setting with any child slightly older than her and my little bossy pants becomes such a follower. This three-year-old is running around screaming? Clearly I must run around and scream, too. This three-year-old is blowing into the most obnoxiously loud recorder known to man? I must do the same (right in Mommy's ear, of course).
Truly, it's not all bad. I actually enjoy seeing her getting along with others and being a favorite play-mate (for her pliability, of course - who doesn't want a life-size Barbie doll?). I enjoy the smile on her face as she joins in the games of others.
And I know when the tables are turned, she is the model of a wonderfully bossy older friend.
It's all about the hierarchy of toddler-hood.
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