Young Girl

As I wake Mollee up for school, we start fighting about being quite due to her siblings who are asleep (which are 5 and 20 months). I watch her brush her hair, she brings me a brush to style her hair, and she only brushed the middle in the back. WHY? You must ask. She doesn't like brushing her sides due to fly a ways and her bangs will get in her nose (she has side bangs), now that is done we move to breakfast. I ask her what she would like she runs (once again) quite please, to the kitchen. She yells from the kitchen “ I am quite”. I try to keep calm at this moment because I have been up all night with the baby who is teething. I ask again what she would like for breakfast. She wants a candy cane. I said no. She said cookies, I just gave the mommy look of no. She crosses her arms and stomps around because she doesn't want fruit or even a bowl of cereal. So I tell miss prissy she had one more chance to choose. She doesn't want ant anything and walks out. Five minutes till leave to go to school she decides she wants breakfast. I told her to eat it at school because she can't eat that fast and would be late, again I'm the bad person. So I ask her if she got her teeth brushed. Her answer was no because I wouldn't let her have breakfast. So she runs in the bathroom, tells me she brushed her teeth (I believed she did a mouth rinse and called it a day). So we go out the door to school she gets on her bike. Which it's 45° with a 40 real feel and windy. Told her I would take her and because I wouldn't let her ride her bike, she was mouthy and told me she was gonna be late if she rode in the car to school. So I got her in the car and listen to her cry and pout for three half blocks to school. Told her to dry to tears, can't go into school with a wet face. While I give her kisses on her forehead, hug her and tell her to have a good day. She turns to me and tells me she would if she could have a candy cane for breakfast. #dangcandycanes. This all happened in 45 minutes of our school morning. Once she gets to school about five minutes, her teacher calls and asked if my daughter had breakfast, and I told her the same story. Her teacher laughed and could hear a smile and said I have a child like that and stated her child is still that way after 13 years. So when my child came home that afternoon I asked if she had breakfast, she did and her teacher watched her. I said she did this because she called me. Mollee started yelling at me she told her teacher I starved her over his candy cane (I gave the mommy look of YOU DID WHAT). So after dinner that night I asked her if she wanted a candy cane for a snack, she didn't she wanted hot chocolate and I about fell over.

Now from myself. She is a drama queen, and she believes it is her way or no way. My little Mollee is only 6. The story I gave you above is an every morning thing. I do understand what a young girl means I was there once, but dang child. At what time will this change? Will this young girl ever feel as she won't need to do this?