I got beat up by a kindergartener!

Okay...so it probably sounds like part of a catchy tune by a punk rock band. But no! I really did get beat up by a kindergartener...my own. Okay not beat up, but slapped around a bit. Seriously.
So this is my blog for today...Lola. Today Lola went and changed clothes. Not unusual, but annoying. I do a TON of laundry and Lola's pile is always twice as high as everyone elses. So, I have "rationed" her clothes. She is allowed one outfit a day, well unless it gets something spilled on it. I know it sounds mean but you have to understand that she changes like 4-5 times a day if I don't watch her. So anyway, today I asked her to put her clothes back on and put the clean clothes back in the drawer. She proceeds to pop me on the hand with her pencil. Oh, did I mention that we were trying to do school at the time. :) After the pencil, she hops out of her chair and kicks me. I know...funny. I picked her up and took her straight down the hall to her room where she had to stay until she was in a better "mood". I know what you are thinking...my dad used to pop me with the belt too. I am convinced there is nothing that works with Lola though. Trust me, I have tried it.
So after a bit Lola was back at the table to do school. But, she had changed back to her original outfit. ;) Score one for me! (Unfortunately it would be my only one.) A few minutes went by and she didn't like something else that happened, and really I can't remember what it was. So we are back at it again. Literally, I am chasing her around, and under, the kitchen table. She is fast! I am ashamed to admit that I actually went over the back of the couch at one point. I can't believe it! How did I get to this point...you know, being under my kitchen table? I couldn't begin to tell you. I know...laugh. It is very funny when I think about it. Well actually I had to bite my lip a couple of times to keep from laughing. There was the one time though that I took a pretty good one upside my head...and that one...that one brought tears. And not because it stung...which it did. But because it really hurt my feelings.
I am not really sure where that comes from. Her anger. Where do you go with that?! No really...I am at a loss. Maybe, just maybe, I need to find me a good priest. You know...for an EXORCISM.