Metal Meredith

Vivienne had a major fit in the parking lot of a bookstore this week. She was trying to wriggle away from me in an attempt to get to the car before her father and brother ("Let’s Race! I bet I will win!"). Even though we are in a parking lot and I am yelling “STOP NOW!”, she is still trying to get away. So we got to the car and I put her in and took her toy away. She cried and kicked my seat and pouted for 3 or 4 minutes. When she was done, she got very quiet. The conversation went like this:

Me: Vivienne, are you ok?
Vivienne: Yeah. I wasn’t a very good boss of me, huh?
Me: No. Are you better now?
Vivienne: I guess so. But I think I need to get my ears checked.
Phil: Why is that?
Vivienne: Because I didn’t listen so good.