For whatever reason, Bella has been legitimately having a hard time of things lately. Very much crying, tantruming, and just general meltdowns. Getting dressed and that sort of thing has been a particular challenge, as she wants to wear only summer clothes--from last year. Every little thing is a tragedy of Greek proportions. But tonight, when I couldn't find (or even figure out what she was talking about) "the white plate" upon which to place her dinner of a chicken leg and 4 pounds of mashed potatoes, I heard a new one from her, which just beat them all.
Throwing herself prostrate upon the floor, face to the floorboards and little fists pounding, the poor mistreated lamb cried out, in what was obviously very real anguish,
"THIS! CAN! NOT! BE! HAPPENING!
THIS! CAN! NOT! BE! HAPPENING!"
Poor baby. The harsh realities of life can be so painful.
Update--heard from my sweet friend Leslie, another "Oct02 Mommy"--that's how we met--whose just-turned-3 son declares, when he doesn't want to go to bed, "IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT!" So at least I know I'm not alone with the toddler theatrics!
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