This kid. I can't take it anymore. This is the 8 year old. I buy these packs of puddings, sugar free -thank God. I tell her in advance that she can have one a day, that's it. I was very explicit about it, and I always ask her to repeat it back to me. Usually when I do this I get a yeah yeah...I heard you. She claimed to understand. Yesterday, she eats 3 and gives one to the neighbor boy. She's very adept at slinking about the house and getting in and out of the fridge without a sound. I've repeatedly told her. We're on a fixed income. Please don't give our snacks out to the neighborhood kids, especially one who comes from a family with 8 children. I think it's great that other people want to feed everyone else's kids. If I were rich, I'd be all for it. I tell her this over and over and yet when I go to check on them, I find a litter of snack wrappers that all came from our kitchen. No one asked permission for those snacks. I repeatedly tell her that wrappers go in the trash and not on the ground. Every time I tell her this, she acts like it's news. One day I gave her a bag and made her pick up litter from our entire neighborhood. I thought this would cure her of her littering. But alas, she draws no connection between these events. She had pudding all over her face and shirt and when I asked her how many she ate "I don't know." It took me 10 minutes to get the truth out of her, which only happened after I presented her with the empty pudding cups and explained to her that I could count. Her sister, who also ate two and not one, fessed up immediately and apologized. I think what's most insulting is that she acts like she has no idea what I'm talking about. I am an excellent communicator and speak very clearly. I will even re-explain something using metaphors that children will more easily comprehend. All of this is lost on her. She asks for another chance over and over, like I'm being unfair to have any expectations of her and I haven't given her any chances. She's had about 5000. Then she kicks and screams as I try to drag her into the shower to wash off said pudding. She slams my bathroom door and locks me out. I live in constant fear that someone's fingers are going to be severed, what with all the slamming. I unlock it, fortunately. But then she slams and breaks the door to my shower. Seriously, she's on a mission to destroy everything I own. Then, this morning at 7am I wake up to find her sneaking out of my office -which she has to go THROUGH my bedroom and past my bed to get to. She has a handful of Reese's Pieces that she took out of my desk. I don't even know how she found them or what the hell she was doing in my desk. She's not supposed to even come in my room. Then she looks at me all dumbly like she has NO idea why I'm upset. She actually says that if I woke up earlier, I could have prevented this. Then, just now, I needed to go to the store. She begged me for fried chicken. It comes ready made in the deli. I hate to cook, so I was game, and she ate it the last time I bought it. I got one box and when we got home, I gave her a piece, just like she asked. When I wasn't looking she went and got the seasoned salt from the cupboard -no idea why, since the chicken has plenty of flavor and because she's not even allowed to touch the stuff in that cupboard. She's notorious for wasting food, so I told her she'd be expected to eat the whole piece of chicken before 1pm, or she wouldn't be able to go to our neighborhood's VBS. That gave her 2.5 hours. A few minutes later, she tells me she's "done" with the chicken, which she apparently dumped way too much seasoned salt on, and hid in the kitchen trash under some other trash. Not a bite had been taken from it. I told her she would not be going to VBS. Not sure why I'm sending her anyway, since they don't seem to be covering the basics like thou shalt not steal, lie etc. Why do I even bother. I should just give her my wallet and car keys and stay in bed all day.