Being the mother of a toddler, I know my way around rules and regulations; policies and procedures; please and thank you's.
I'm hellbent on raising a polite, conscientious daughter who is both mindful and obedient.
So, naturally, my toddler wishes to hold, hug, and love every single object her hazel eyes land on.
That means I am saying, "lil' dude, look with your eyes," about 89 times a day.
And the obedient little turd will then poke herself in one eye with one hand, while touching said object with the other.
I love how literal life is when you're 2.
I don't love when she actually pokes herself in the eye and cries and looks at me like I'm the meanest of all Mamas.
I'm hoping there's a happy medium.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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