After that she lost her mind.
She started to go down hill and it was not pretty. She wanted candy, I said no, so she started whining and reaching for the candy bowl that was on top of the fridge. She started pulling at my arms for no reason other than to be ridiculous. She wanted to go outside so she whined and hung on the sliding glass door handle. Eventually I told her to go to her room and she ran off screaming.
That was nice.
The social worker said she was glad to see I was stern with her and that she knew I meant business. She said she thinks a lot of foster parents pretend to be way too nice in front of her instead of acting like real parents. Thank goodness for good social workers.
I mentioned to her that I found a day camp I was thinking of putting Lizzy in, but I was worried about how she will behave and I would warn the workers about her.
The worker said 'just throw her in there and don't tell them anything, that way they don't expect the worst.'. I like this idea and I know there is a chance she would behave...and then the other part of me is cracking up, as if I would be pulling a huge trick on these poor workers. Lol