Hanny 1, Mama 0

This morning Miss Hanny demonstrated just a small sliver of crankiness with her sisters and I that was, in my own words, totally unnecessary. I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she was only cranky because she's not feeling totally up to par. I'd rather that be the case than be seeing a glimpse, a big, hairy glimpse, of what life will be like when she's a teenager. At one point, she attempted to trudge off to her room with a scowl on her face and a clomp in her step. She has a special walk that she performs when she's really showing her displeasure in all its glory. She sort of hunches her shoulders forward, drops her head down and has a trudge-like stomp. It's hard to describe, really, but easy to distinguish it from her normal bubbly walk. You'd just have to see it to truly appreciate it. I hope you never do...see it or appreciate it! Anyway... I asked her to return back to her room to try walking back with less attitude and more happiness, for lack of a better word. This went on for about 4 attempts, at which point I stopped her and tried to talk to her logically and sensitively about how important it is that we all speak to each other with love and respect. It was then that she rolled her eyes. Yep. The first eye roll. Well, the first one she's actually been crazy enough to do in front of my eyes. I was not pleased. I addressed it and ended with the words "You'd better watch those eyes, young lady." Yep. I know. As soon as the words passed my lips I KNEW I had said the wrong thing. You see, she is her mama's daughter and her Papa's granddaughter. I've sort of picked up a thing or two about making and proving a point from my dad. That, and when I know I'm right, I KNOW I'm right. Hanny's apparently picked up a thing or two as well. Her response to my ridiculous instruction to watch her eyes? "I can't watch my eyes. How can I watch my eyes?" She's a smart cookie and born to be a lawyer. I have a feeling this is only the beginning.