|Piles of things with no shirt because it "itches"|
She was in tears and kept screaming "My Shoes are Broken!" but they were not. Of course they weren't. She was just struggling to get them on. I don't buy her shoes with laces anymore (its just too frustrating for her and causes meltdowns).
So, I buy her the shoes with either velcro or that are elasticated so she can get them on and off easily (or so I thought).
Back to my story...
KK's sitting there, alone, sobbing with one shoe in her hand, her face soaked with tears, her skin red from rubbing the tears away, her eyes starting to get all puffy and her hair full of dry grass because she'd flung herself backwards lying on the grass with frustration.
I went up to her, sat down next to her on the grass and with a sigh of relief from KK that mummy had arrived, and a high-pitched full-volume screech to announce: "I can't get my fucking shoe on". I held her tight, let her have her wee cry, calmed her down, helped her put her shoe on.
A little boy came up to us while I was putting her shoe back on and asked me "Why is Kaylin crying to loud?". I told him that she couldn't get her shoe on without help.... and then it happened! Kaylin spotted this child's dirty, muddy toes!
She freaked the fuck out!!
I mean she literally behaved liked she'd seen something from Exorcist - horrific that terrified her! Her eyes bulged, her mouth formed a perfect O and from her seated position on the grass, she crab-walked actually crab-ran backwards at top speed before falling on to her back again. She started screeching "I don't like dirty feet! I - HATE - HIS - DIRTY - TOES!".
Well, all I could do was hold her again, tight, while she sobbed and trembled, more tears, more snot, more fret but eventually recovered from the horror of the boys dirty feet being remotely near her!
Oh the horror!
It took me half an hour to get her calmed down and walk herself to the car.
Other things she does:
|Rows of things|
|Closes her ears with loud or irritating sounds|
|But talks at full volume most of the time.|
|Listening to her own voice and repetitive words through filtered ears|
|and yet thinks she's an angel princess|
|Anything to do with water calms her down and enthralls her for hours!|
|Has an amazing bond and love for animals|
A unique wee person who keeps me on my toes, gives me grey hair and nightmares