This afternoon I found Catherine playing in the corner behind a chair-and-a-half, having climbed over the folded laundry in the seat and the back cushion to get there. I jumped on her--"You are too big to use furniture that way. Do you treat anyone else's furniture this way? How old are you?"
"Seven." She's seven.
Yep, I'd say it's a very typical thing for a seven year old girl to play tucked away in the privacy of a corner behind a chair in the only quiet room in the house. Actually when I stop to think about it, I'm very glad she'll do that.
I wish I were slow to speak and slower to anger.