Girls are weird.
I should know this, seeing as I am a girl, but my daughter seems extra weird at times.
She brought home a mini empty bag of Cheetos--you know the kind you bring with lunch? And I went to throw it out and she went, "You can't! My friend gave that to me. We exchanged our chip bags. She has my potato chip bag. It's to show we're best friends."
I mean ??
I never exchanged chip bags with any friend growing up. Is this a new thing? Are they doing this on shows that come on Nickelodeon? I wouldn't know. I make Natalie watch most of her nonsense in her room because I can't sit through it. I have my standards. Real Housewives of New Jersey, yes. Sam and Cat, no.
So Natalie kept her empty Cheetos bag and it's still sitting in her bedroom--thank goodness we don't have an ant problem.
Fast forward a couple of days and she comes home with this:
"I traded my headband for this," Natalie said proudly.
Luckily it wasn't a Gymboree headband. It was a cheap, plastic princess one. Still.
"Please don't trade your belongings," I answered. I remembered trading stuff in school but it was things like pencils and heart shaped erasers.
I told Natalie she'd have to return the purse. If I were the parent of the kid with the purse I'd be like, "You traded your purse for a cheap headband?! You get that purse back! At once!"
"Oh. Fine. Even though I LOVE her," Natalie said dramatically, giving it a hug.
Now I have to remind her daily NOT to trade her hair pieces. Or anything. I have to stress the anything bit. Otherwise she could come home with only one shoe.
In the midst of all this odd behavior, something good did happen.
Natalie got PINK!
Remember the color chart I posted?
Pink is the highest color you can get. Natalie had told me that she didn't think she had it in her to get pink.
Well. She DOES. Because she actually got PINK.
This meant she got to sign the wall of fame in the first grade hall.
"I wrote my name and added a heart," Natalie said.
She still has not gotten a "bad" behavior color yet. I marveled at this as she threw a gigantic fit when I wouldn't allow her to have another bowl of ice cream.
"You wouldn't do this at school would you?" I asked over her protests. "Why are you so good there but so mean to me?"
Natalie sniffled. "I don't know!" she wailed. "All I want is some ICE CREAM!"
I understood. Sometimes all I want is ice cream for dinner.
But anyway. She got pink. She behaves at school.
And she also exchanges chip bags.