This morning our sweet little M. was playing with a Pokemon superball that I am sure was stolen from some hapless child on the playground. I watch her like a hawk when she is with the ball, because small rubber balls are right below balloons on the list of things that will get you placed on the Bad Mother Hall of Fame.
She starts putting it near her lips, which causes me to immediately warn her not to put it in her mouth. Of course she hesitates like a nanosecond before putting it into her mouth. I warn her that if she does it again, the ball is going away for good. She smiles sweetly and shoves it into her mouth. I yell, pry it out of her little mouth and throw it in the trash. Adios, Pokemon! She starts sobbing that she wants the ball. Sorry, I say. She stamps her little foot, looks up at me with a venomous expression and says, "I hate you!"
Wow, pretty impressive for a two and a half year old! As I put her in the Naughty Chair (yes, we have seen Supernanny) she was saying, "It's not fair!!!" over and over. What the hell are we going to do when she is a teenager?
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