I’m pretty sure YC is a normal toddler. And by that, I mean a totally abnormal human being. There is very little predicting what will make her happy or will make her cry. Here is just a sampling of the ways I have made her cry in the past week. I am obviously a mean, horrible failure of a mother.
I wouldn’t let her go up the slide.
I told her my nipple was not a belly button.
I said “No, thank you” when she offered me a half chewed cracker.
I said “Yes”
I asked her to keep her clothes on.
I tried to take her clothes off.
I asked if she had pooped.
I tried to change her diaper.
I gave her a piece of bread… that she asked for.
I had to move her doll to buckle her car seat.
I stopped at the ATM, and didn’t hand her any food when we pulled away.
I couldn’t pick her up.
I picked her up.
I kept closing my eye when she tried to put her finger in it.
I asked her (nicely!) not to spit on the floor.
I put away the scissors without giving her a turn.
I told her it was time to get in the bathtub.
I told her it wasn’t time to brush her teeth yet.
I told her it was time to get out of the bathtub.
I told her that her sunglasses wouldn’t fit my face.
And there you have it. Evidence that I’m the meanest mom ever… right? But guess what… she still loves me.