Kiddo had a major temper tantrum, because we're SO MEAN!!! How dare we mistreat her like this.
We ordered DNA kits for all of us. We can find out her genetics, but have a little fun too. She had to spit in a vial to send it off. She said we were mean for making her do that. Obviously she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
While she was screaming about it, she screams that she's telling M about it (her social worker). I told her they weren't open, but she could call later if she really wanted to. Daddy told her that M is actually the one that told us about this genetic testing so she might find that call amusing and to go ahead.
As I drove her to school this morning, she calmed down and when we got there, I asked if she wanted my phone to call M before going in. She said no, she was over it now.
I told her finalization was soon, she was going to have to find another threat than calling M. She said "Oh yeah", got quiet for a moment and said "Well, I'm calling GRANDMA!!"
I had to laugh. That moment was just what I needed after the tantrum before.