Boy, she is a character. It still surprises me how little she follows in her sisters footsteps. She is the sort of kid that is often found wearing a bucket on her head, or with one boot on her foot (rarely her own, they don't make the ominous clumping shuffle that is becoming a signature sound around here), standing on the table, swinging by her arms from the table, destroying my laptop, eating mysterious stashes of food (which we now suspect are stored in other peoples shoes as missing items keep cropping up these places) and growling. I used a somewhat controversial method to stop Flora screaming all the time when she was around this age, when she shrieked unnecessarily, I sprayed her in the face with a water bottle. It worked brilliantly and she stopped very quickly. I tried the same method with Iris to stop her crawling on to the table. She now sees me holding the bottle and hears me threatening to spray her unless she gets down and, in all her don't-give-a-sh*t attitude, scrunches up her face in preparation of the imminent spray. I even bother now.
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