Any of you parents want to give your take on why a child can be a holy hellion for his/her parents, and moments later do a Jeckyll/Hyde number and become completely sweet and angelic for a sitter?

   I fretted and worried about how Cal and Clara would do with a new sitter one day this week.  (My little man, especially, wasn’t in the best of moods, to put it lightly, earlier in the day.)

       When I called in for a progress report and was told they were doing “great, fine, no problems!”  I had to choke back my surprise. (Really…. are you sure he hasn’t been replaced by an alien?)

    I know there’s a psychological explanation for why kids prefer to torture their own parents, but I’m not sure that will make it any easier to accept.  

      I’m looking forward to a fun and hopefully peaceful weekend!

TS