So one night, I keep hearing Punky kicking around in her room, talking and singing to herself. I ask Hubby to go in and read her her rights. He walks in and calls to me, "Goober! You left her light on, no wonder she's not asleep!" Whaaaaa? I am getting pretty pregnant, but I don't think I've gone completely stupid. Yeah, the little weasel had turned her light on, a fact I didn't realize until the next day or two, when lights were mysteriously turning on in our house, particularly Punky's room. Then I caught her in the act, red handed, hand in cookie jar, er, on light switch.
So today I opened her blinds wide, told her to leave the light off. A few minutes later I hear Chicken screaming his head off and run to check on him and there Punky is, holding his arm skin in a death pinch because he dared touch one of her "sleeping" babies. I disciplined her, explained to her that her behavior wasn't the way good girls act and firmly told Chicken to not bother Punky's babies.
The rest of the morning, I promise you, Chicken pulled Punky's hair at every given opportunity. I'm convinced he was doing it because not only did she pinch him, but he got in trouble, too. That little booger understands so much more than we give him credit for. I'm dealing with some fiesty kids days!
Not only am I about to have a higher electric bill, this rivalry wasn't supposed to happen so soon! And my sweet Punky was never supposed to learn how to pinch. If she starts biting, I'm biting back. End.of.story.