I have just witnessed something that was utterly cool.
I caught Grace and Maddie eating the top off one of the three fresh loaves of Whole Wheat Honey bread that I spent three hours making. I punished them by telling them that they couldn't have bread for dinner. This is like hell for Grace who is a carbfiend. And Maddie, well, she could care less, or she was taking some delight in Grace's anguish.
After we told Grace, "No way, no bread", she ran into the bathroom and sobbed (mind you, sobbing over bread!!). After a little while, making a grand re-entrance into the kitchen to fight for her honor to have bread, she was denied once again. She was so pissed at us, that she turned red in the face, tears began to stream, her teeth and fists clinched, and in that moment, where you either loose it all by punching or throwing something, Grace ran into the living-room area and started dancing like crazy--shuffling & stomping, spinning & kicking, just dancing and crying--(it was a billy elliot moment)...
After about three minutes of this, she realized you cannot be mad and dance at the same time--its impossible. The storm had passed and she was ready to move on.
Its moments like these, that the Buddha shines in the child...
