Grace has been quite difficult when we collect her from school for the last while. It's either because the wrong person came to fetch her, or because she doesn't want to go home. The words moaning, screaming and crying come to mind.

Today she gave Donné a hard time and I was chatting to her about it at home.

D: Grace, what's the problem with mommy coming to fetch you?
G: I don't like mommy.
D: that's a very serious thing to say. What makes you say that?
G: mommy gives me smacks.

Not more than 10 minutes later Donné sits down for lunch and Grace says, "Mommy, will you be my best friend? We can be best friends for-ever."