She was resisting at she was resisting bedtime in a way that i was like, where there's no way we're going to get out of this without a huge tantrum. She slips into the downsairs brain, and it really is like a possession, like she cannot control. Like me, lasinko, exactly. I don't know how to stop. That's what i said to the wrong pirs. Why doe yell that at me? I was in my downstairs braa. So she is like, scratching, clawing, scratching, kicking. We have to put her down, am, and, like, she doesn't do that. But, sowe,