Sunshine has been a bit of a demon lately. She’s digging her heels in and testing her boundaries. It sucks! I’m now that mom — leaving stores with a screaming preschooler; standing calmly next to her stroller while she screams and puts her feet down on the pavement, so I can’t push the stroller; counting to three, so she knows I mean business. Good thing I don’t embarrass easily. She actually woke up at 2:30am recently and had a tantrum, screaming for cookies. (Suffice it to say, she didn’t get any.)
Last night, in between tantrums, she played pretend with me.
Sunshine: Mommy, I da mommy and you da baby.
Sunshine: If you want someting, you don’t get it if you scweam and cwy.
Me: (pouting) BUT I WANT IT!
Sunshine: If you scweam you get nutting.