Yesterday was swimming lessons for the girls. After the lesson, as I was wrapping Joelle's towel around her...I heard it.
A child -- not even 3 years old, I'm sure -- throwing a hissy fit. Cute as a button, but WOW did she have a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e.
I looked at my sister (who also brings her daughter to lessons at the same time as we do) and muttered out of the side of my mouth, "Sheesh...I wonder whose kid that is!"
She chuckled at me, and I joined in with her. Sure, we laughed -- but I was feeling some sympathy for the poor dad who was having to deal with this loud public outburst by his obviously strong-willed, feisty little girl. I saw him pick up his daughter and start to carry her wiggling body towards the changing rooms.
Huh, I thought. She looks somewhat like my own almost 3-year-old daughter.
In fact -- as I looked again at this beautiful brown-haired little beauty, I saw a striking resemblance to my own strong-willed, feisty little brown-haired beauty. So striking that I did a double-take.
Wait -- is that...??...Nah. Couldn't be! My toddler wouldn't be making that sort of scene.
Besides, they do say that everybody has a twin out there somewhere...right?
Hmmm...I shrugged it off and carried on with taking Joelle to get changed. As I was walking away from the scene, I found myself wondering how Les was doing with Malia. Hopefully he was having better luck....
(Okay -- so be honest. How many of you knew it was Malia who was the one causing the scene, and how many of you were fooled into thinking it really was somebody else's strong-willed, feisty, brown-haired beauty I was writing about? Hee hee...)