She’s riding on a furry go-cart. (By herself. In the middle of a crowded courtyard. Dangerous play is one of the perks of living in China.) Just when I said to myself, she’s totally got this, she’d head straight for a planter box or a waddling baby.
4 is a fun[ny] age. Just when you think they’ve rounded a corner of maturity, they do something that ensures you that no, toddler-hood is not quite behind them.
Just when you think that you can have a rational conversation, something about a monkey is inserted.
Just when you think that they’re capable of verbally communicating their frustrations, they melt down.
Just when you think they’re able to understand that painting on the walls is forbidden, you find a painted handprint… on the wall.
And yet, I wouldn’t wish for anything but her irrational, not-quite-big-kid, level of development. Alas, there is PLENTY of time for that in her future.