She’s Done It

 

Become one of them. In the past few days Little Miss has gone to the dark side. I’m sorry to say. She’s turned into that thing. That thing we call the “terrible two’s”.

She screams. She ignores. She sasses. She cries. She carries on. She is easily offended. She makes messes. She thinks she’s the queen of everything. She gets into everything. She pretends not to understand English. She throws fits. She expects everyone to know what she means when she says taps your arm and says “Mama!” And when you don’t. You. Will. Get. An. Ear full.

Which makes me a little sad. How does this happen exactly? The Boy never did this. He was ornery when he was ornery, happy when he was happy. What you see is what you get with that boy. Miss Thing, on the other hand, started this terrible business at about 18 months (still wonder sometimes if she’s out of it). I suppose I thought my baby, my Little Miss, would slide by. Based on the fact that she is the baby. She is a third. She was the favorite.

But I was wrong. So very wrong.

I’m thinking about starting a club.

The “Bring This Back” Club.