Honestly, not even sure what I'm doing here, if theres more or not.
The little girl glared petulantly back at him, brows drawn into a furrow, lips puckered into a pout, arms crossed, one little foot kicking angrily at the floor between them. There hadn't been an ounce of remorse shown and it didn't look like there would be until the child calmed down enough to see reason. Which was difficult enough with a 4 year old, let alone one so tumultuous.
"Amelia." Chris Shepherd sighed, she was always the hardest one to punish. Carolyn thought he babied her, but he just saw too much in her, too much fire and intelligence and brightness. Too much emotion and determination and curiosity. "Why did you it, Baby?" Amelia had been found less than half an hour ago in a flurry of stuffing, torn fabric, and stolen scissors from 9 year old Katie, sobbing that she couldn't find any brains. He watched his youngest consider her options of talking versus pouting.
"Mommy A dit les sentiments dans la tête and the head talks to the heart and that Melia need to Arrêter feelings too much." Of course Carolyn had told her the truth of the matter, a no nonsense war nurse, and he wouldn't have it any other way, it was one of the many things he loved about his wife. And with Amelia especially, she was always so curious about everything, and wanted real answers.
"Oh sweetheart." He pulled her from the timeout chair she'd been sat on - small sign with her name on it taped on the wall next to her - and into his lap. "You feel exactly what you feel, my little Hurricane." He was sure Carolyn hadn't said that to her all at once, but several words over perhaps several weeks accumulated into Amelia thinking her emotions were too much. And sometimes they were, she felt everything in absolutes, absolute love and happiness and care, absolute anger and hatred, absolute sadness and despair. There were no halves with his youngest. "Mommy didn't mean to say that, Amy, you feel exactly what you need to, and never try and change yourself for anyone."
"Nanny says I'm Épuisant too." Amelia frowned, Chris would have a word with Nancy about what little ears could hear, but he wasn't mad at her, Nancy was a good girl, she probably hadn't meant to upset her baby sister. "I just wanted to Trouver le cerveauso I can turn my 'motions down to normal 'stead of Melia. I wanna be normal, Daddy."
"Well, I happen to just love your emotions being set to Hurricane." Chris assured, but the desperation in her eyes that were a mirror of his own just broke his heart. "Who you are, Amy, is absolutely perfect, don't ever try and be anyone else's version of normal." The little pout pulled at her lips again. "You are in trouble for taking things that weren't yours, and for breaking the toys, and you'll be saying your sorries to your sisters, but Amelia, you feel just exactly as you are supposed to. Understand?"
A soft sigh, the little girl not completely sold on the words of her father just yet. "Comprendre." She agreed though. "Combien more minutes?"
"Five minutes for every toy, how many toys did you cut up?" That had been what they had decided on for time out.
"Seven." Amelia's frown deepened, fingers raising as she counted silently. "Trente-cinq minutes?" She really was brilliant, Chris thought.
"Just six more minutes, little Hurricane." After checking his watch, then he took it off and held it to her. "Then sorries and cleaning up, okay?"
"D'accord, Daddy." She sat back on the chair, eyes glued to the hands of the watch.