... do you know an exterminator?
In the last 10 days, overheard at our house:
"That milk is too full, I can't drink it"
"That pizza is too long"
"That pizza is too big"
"That pizza is too small"
"This cookie doesn't have enough chocolate"
"I don't like green beans that are peas"
"I want pink Dora yogurt"
"Not that kind of pink Dora Yogurt"
"I want a bagel"
"Not a little bagel, a bigger bagel"
"That milk is old"
"That brush hurts"
"That brush doesn't work"
"That hairband makes it tangly"
"I want a hairband not a pony"
"I want a bath with bery hot water"
"That is too hot"
"That is too much cold"
But here is the kicker... the one that did. me. in.
"That is too wet"
It is SOUP, it is supposed to be wet. You asked for soup. I showed you cans of soup, you picked the can you wanted. You helped me "stir", you helped fill your bowl. You decided how much of what items you had (no chicken, lots of noodles, lots of carrotts, no celery, some broth).
How can a three year old make me so crazy?
And how can one crazy big gigantic hug at the end of the day just completely turn me to putty... from that same three year old?