Crystal is over for a play-date right now. She’s actually a really good kid, well mannered, polite. The two friends have however spent more time tattle tailing on the other than actually playing.
 
I offered Crystal a clementine orange:
 
Crystal: What the heck is a clementine? Do you have any kelbassa?
 
My 5 year old daughter (sobbing): Mom, Crystal told me that I wasn’t powerful!
 
My 3 year old daughter (also sobbing): The girls won’t play with me!
 
Crystal: Liz, she won’t let me put the red lite-brites in!
 

My 5 year old: while losing Snakes ‘N Ladders: I don’t even like this game. It’s for babies who are ONE!
 
I made the mistake of asking if they wanted to watch Kung Fu Panda. This sent my daughter into a tail spin because Crystal wanted to continue playing and the very thought of being able to watch t.v. and then have it taken away had her in hysterics.
 
Next, Crystal fell onto my daughter’s bed while jumping. She cried for ten minutes and told me that her back was broken and that she couldn’t breathe.