As from last Thursday evening I'm retracting that statement.
I don't know if it was the fact she'd had a trial at play school in the morning and then crashed out on the sofa in the afternoon but it was as if someone had fed her a bag of pure sugar, whispered nothing but evil thoughts into her delicate ears and told her in true Gladiator style "At my signal, unleash hell".
She wouldn't listen to me, she just laughed when I was stern, she screamed and shrieked at everything, she slammed doors, she kicked the dog and she even hit me! For a moment I thought Regan MacNeil was in the house.
She's never behaved like this, I was mortified.
Her sleep patterns seem to be changing and last week has seen her pretty much ditch her afternoon nap in favour of 'quiet time'.
I'm hoping it's a one-off but I very much doubt it.
As I sat and watched her playing this afternoon I was wondering what was going on inside her adorable little head. Wondering if she's just ticking away quietly waiting to explode like an atomic bomb of pure naughtiness again. It's the only way I can describe her outburst last week.
I'm wishing they had meetings for troubled toddlers, like AA meetings, only the kiddos stand up in the circle and babble "My name is Mini Cheddar and it's been 4 days since my last tantrum". Obviously there would be milk and cookies afterwards.
Whatever it was that fuelled her outburst I'm hoping she remains in her Mini 'Jekyll' Cheddar state for as long as possible because I'm not sure I can cope with Hyde right now.