Running of the bulls

July 13, 2:59 PMParenting Humor ExaminerAnnette van de Kamp

So what she does next is jump, this time while trying to lift a wing chair with her. An enormous crash, at the exact moment I turn back to my work, and there it is.
“What did I just tell you?” I say, and the answer is the same as always when any physical mishap is concerned: “It was an accident.”

Right. My daughter is like a bull in the proverbial china shop. In fact, she is like an army of bulls. If this was Pamplona, I would be dead, trampled, fodder for the headlines; she has absolutely no sense of personal space and it gets her in trouble on a regular basis. Furniture moves of its own accord when she enters the room, small animals hide, earth quakes appear out of nowhere, baffling the weather men who have no idea that the source is a seven-year-old girl who doesn’t listen to her mother.