Pride before the Fall?

The best thing I did today was watch my 4 year old diva self on camera. It was mid-afternoon and since my mom, my sister, and I were just sitting around after lunch, we decided to watch an old home video. Everyone's favorite one was made on the first day we bought the camera. Here's the scene: My mom, sister, and I are sitting on the couch, with my dad behind the camera. My dad tells us to sing a song, so my sister starts singing loudly. For some reason, I am displeased and start howling. My mother tries to persuade, flatter, and bribe me to just sing along, but I cry louder. My sister is still singing unperturbed by my displeasure. I run away and hide under the dining room table. When my mother takes a stab at directing, she points the camera in my direction, which displeases me yet again as I proceeded to throw my tea set, piece by piece, at the camera.

My father, who I must add looks like a gypsy with a mustache, fro-hair, and the earrings my sister put on him (they were mine--I must have thrown them at someone), must have decided I was acting irrationally, spanks me and puts me in time-out. I seem more miserable than usual, just leaning up against the wall, but I am not crying anymore. However, I do look as if someone has stolen all my Barbies. My mother, who is now directing the camera, asks while giving my sister a close-up if I would like one. I respond by dancing in front of the camera with my dress pulled up. Cheeky, I tell you! I get put back into time-out, where I am further irritated by everyone, especially the camera pointed in my direction. Hence, I hike up my dress over my head and stand with my face veiled, and the rest of me showing for everyone else to see. Looks as if I had my priorities mixed up...or did I?

Ah, well my 4 year old self valued pride over dignity. I'm not sure much has changed. My pride is the hardest thing for me to swallow and oftentimes it keeps me from saying what needs to be said.

Breakfast: Indian breakfast dish of unniappam and a roasted egg dish
Lunch: Roti and mutton curry
Tea: Coffee and toast with butter and homemade strawberry jam from Georgia
Dinner: Tea and toast with butter and homemade strawberry jam from Georgia.

That jam is delicious. I would eat it straight from the jar if I could, without everyone here yelling at me for contaminating a jar of jelly.