Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Auditions for Scream 4 happening at our house
Frankie is the picture of docile obedience MOST of the time. There are some occasions, however, where her tiny thirty-five pound French-pigtailed self seems to undergo a dramatic change wherein she is possessed, or at least strongly urged, by a spirit of complete done-gone-wacko-ness. During these times when she is flailing and screaming and otherwise completely unable to see reason, she sometimes becomes so full of fury that she will scratch herself. Once she drew blood across her smooth unfurrowed forehead. This filled me with such panic and anger that I shouted "Don't you hurt my little girl, Frankie! If you do that again, I will cut your hands off!." What ensued, as my husband guffawed from the other room, were screams of terror that had nothing on any personage visited upon by the Headless Horseman in the wee hours of the night. Shrieks of total panic and horror were ripping from her as I tried desperately to calm her down with the loving words "Don't worry, Mommy, will never ever, ever, I promise, cut any part of your body off. Mommy was just kidding. Mommy will not cut your hands off." A sentence I continued to coo as I thought to myself, this, now this, Dr. Phil, is an alltime low.