Miranda is a toughie. She regularly beats on her big brother (although, he's only 2 inches taller than she is!) Taking her to time out is like wrestling an eel, so I always end up in a sweat getting her there. She runs fast and she fights to win. But she is a girly girl. Note the tutu.
Recently she brought in a couple of branches she'd found outside. At first I couldn't understand what she was calling them. Then as I watched her, one in each hand, jumping up and down, I knew. They were: Tree Pom Poms.
She jumped. She squatted.
She cheered! "Tree Pom Pom! Tree Pom Pom!"
My tough girly girl.
Oh yes, and Daddy got in on the Tree Pom Pom fun, too!