What is Your Fit Du Jour?

Peace and quiet. Wow. Didn't see that coming. I was actually able to go to my mom's house this morning. She was raving about a pine cone/lilac combination that was just too beautiful to miss. I just had to come and see. "The colors are so unbelievable!" she says. My mom gets on a tangent and can think of nothing else, that doesn't sound familiar at all, does it? You'd have to know my mom to understand that her requests are more along the lines of orders. Had I not gone, every single day this summer she would have said to me, "Oh, Andrea, you should have seen that pine cone and lilac. They were so beautiful, almost iridescent. Too bad you didn't get out here in time". To be fair, it was a pretty cool pine cone, but I'm not sure it was worth the forty minute drive round trip. Eddie's fit du jour was a little scary. I was in the house when the phone rang. It was Gwen, which was weird because I didn't realize she had left the house. Although, if she's anything like her father, and she is, she could be calling from right outside the door because turning the knob and opening the door would use energy she is not willing to expend. She said "Eddie's on her bike riding to David's house and she won't listen when I tell her to go home". I ran out of the house in my "not made for running" flip flops and down the street two blocks until I could see them. Gwen standing next to a sobbing Eddie who was lying on the side of the road in full fit mode. I was almost to her and she jumped up and ran to me crying that she didn't want me to be mad at her, she was just trying to find Max. She told me she wanted to talk to him and he took off on his scooter and now she missed him. The entire way home I kept asking her why she thought it was okay to leave our street. She just kept saying she wanted Max. I finally got her to agree that she wouldn't leave our street ever again without me. We will have work on that. She seems to think that she is much more capable than the average five year old, obviously. I had sent Gwen to get Max to try to calm Eddie down. When he finally came I asked him what happened. He said Eddie kept following him so he just left to get away from her. I asked him why he didn't just ask her what she needed instead of just taking off. He said, "I don't know". Now, after she was lying in the street and dragged home virtually kicking and screaming, he asked her, "So, what did you want?" She smiled and said she wanted him to take her for a ride on his scooter. We went home to get her helmet. Once around the cul-de-sac and she was happy. We could have saved a lot of time and effort and tears had anyone cared to listen to Eddie when she first started complaining, but what fun would that have been? It's nice that she and Max are so much alike and have so much in common. It is also a little frightening that they are so much alike and have so much in common. Hopefully, I will be a little more prepared the second time around with all of the sensitivity and drama. I just turned a corner with Max and his behavior. Hopefully Eddie's road will be a little less bumpy and her corners a little less sharp. Another of our wait and see situations. Lucky I'm a good driver, eh??? You may stop laughing now.