Let me paint you all a little scene here:
It's almost 9am and I am taking Diva to her day camp. It's only 3 hours two days a week. The entire way over she is screaming.bloody.murder. "I DON'T WANNA GO!!"
We arrive at our destination and I take Lil' Sis' out of the car, go around the other side and let Diva get out on her own. She walks somewhat willingly to the building (but all the while screaming screaming screaming). I let go of her hand for two seconds to open the door and she bolts.
Now this place is on a very busy street. She takes off, first running in circles like a chicken with its head cut off and then down the sidewalk. And trust me when I say, SHE IS FAST. At first I'm kind of bewildered but then I get my whits about me and I run after her (with a 15 month old and a backpack in my arms!!) She sees me running after her and runs faster. Oh my gosh.
And then I realize how smart I was to don my gym clothes before I brought her over.
I'm still running after her and I start laughing because I'm sure this whole scene is absolutely hilarious when you're not participating in it.
Finally I catch her. I pick her up with my free arm, dump her with Tamra (who is awesome) and see that Lil' Sis's shoes fell off in the whole process. Sigh. I pick up her shoes and am walking back to the car when another mother walks out of the building and says, "Your daughter already stopped crying and she's perfectly fine."
In ten years I'll ask Diva why she did the things she does now and hopefully I'll receive a good answer.