What to do with this little one? :)

We had parent/teacher conferences last week and I was really sweating it out for my little Beany. I wasn't sure what they were going to tell me, but when we left I was pleasantly surprised. She is definitely pulling a Jekyll and Hyde on us. She is the picture of perfection at pre-school and the picture of Damian/ Omen II at home. (I'm kidding) Ok...sort of. It's really a mystery to me. Am I really that easy to manipulate? So I ask the teacher, "Any fits? any raging and bossing and demanding going on in class?" "nope." " Any begging for snacks, clothes changing, furniture destroying, screaming to talk on your cell phone?" "nope." Hmmm.... And it's not like I'm giving into her all the time either. I definitely have to choose my battles but come on!!! I get the same comments from her sunday school teachers. "She's just a doll! She sits quietly and colors and plays with the other kids." "Are you SURE this is my child we are talking about here?" "yep." So I think, maybe it's because she's so darn cute that they just over-look this behavior? Nope. According to them they never SEE this behavior. Some of you may know that I wrote a song about her just to relieve some stress (ha ha) and it's pretty funny if I do say so myself, although every last bit of the song is true. But the folks in the crowd that have had her in class will come up to me and say..."That is NOT Jill at all! " and I think...maybe these people live with blinders on. :) or maybe just maybe...the problem is...ME!!! I've read books, sought help from professionals, cried, wrote songs over it...I don't know what else to do. But the crazy thing is that as much as she frustrates me...one look into that beautiful little face...and I just start laughing and I think...how could I ever be mad at her? How could this tiny little person who wears her pants backwards (so she can put her hands in her pockets) and her shirts inside/out evoke such a gamut of emotions inside of me? And I pick her up and swing her around and give her "tuggers" (sugars) and she says, "Mommy I yuv you" (she can't pronounce her Ls) and I say, "mommy loves Jill!" and then she says..." Kitty poo-pooed on my floor and I step in it." Nice.