"She is given to fits of semi-precious metaphors." - Juniper Pearl
Benny and Joon. Cinematic perfection. Chocolate cake. On a day with thunder. While Margaret sleeps. My cup runneth over.
Yesterday, Margaret officially established herself as the smartest third of our family equation. She and I had been playing house for several hours. Putting baby to bed. Dropping baby. Picking up baby and making her feel better. Cleaning. Dancing. You know, the usual.
In the middle of it all she turns to me,
"Time Out, Mommy?"
"No, sugar pi, we are playing! Don't worry about time out."
"Time Out, please?"
"Zuzu, you are crazy. No time out."
Brief moment of two year old concentration. Bright smile. Followed by a hard slap across my leg.
"I HIT MOMMY! TIME OUT!"
At which point she triumphantly crossed the room and placed herself in the corner.
Just 30 seconds and the two foot tall evil genius neutralized the one weapon in my mommy arsenal.
I guess it was just a matter of time.
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I love this post!
ReplyDeleteWe have a similar story about Trachelle. She had just gotten done watching Wizard of Oz and when put in time out, she stood defiantly in the corner with her arms crossed. After a few minutes of fuming, she proceeded to wriggle to the ground shouting "I'm melting, I'm melting!" After plopping herself on the ground she laid there for a few minutes, got up and walked away. Time out didn't work after that....
ReplyDeleteYou have a smartie pants on your hands, I'm afraid for her teenage years!
As a wise woman once said, "Idiots could raise her; and they are.
ReplyDeleteThis is too funny and precious! You have your hands full :)
ReplyDeleteBwahaha! Good luck with this...
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