Somewhere in between, there's Zoe.
She's not a rebellious child, really. It's just that every morning, her brain starts with a clean slate. As in, everything she learned yesterday is forever gone with the rising of the morning sun.
Ever notice how some four-year-olds can stop your heart cold? That's our granddaughter. Case in point.
Early one morning last week, our daughter answered her front door to find three police officers dressed in starched uniforms and impressive gun holsters stuffed with shiny pistols. Flashing squad cars lined the street behind them. My daughter's heart zipped to her throat, fearing the worst.
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Ma'am, we've received a 9-1-1 call from this residence. Is everything all right?"
After blood started flowing through her veins once again, she uttered the one word that strikes fear into the hearts of our family:
The little four-year-old came bouncing into the entryway as though not a single thing could blemish her absolutely perfect morning. One look at the police officers, however, brought her to a screeching halt.
They gave her the warning speech I'm sure they've used on many four-year-olds before, turned and left. Something tells me it was nothing compared to the verbal reprimand her mother gave her.
By the time I saw Zoe later that day, everything was once again right with her world, though her mother was still shaken.
Four-year-olds should come with a manual.