Mai: Mama, juice peeease?
I get up and pour my sweet daughter a juice.
Mai: (Handing the cup back) Mama, purple juice.
Me: That is purple juice, Mai.
Mai: Noooooo, (in a quivering cry) purple juice.
I open up the fridge to show her. A purple bottle and a red bottle of juice sit on the bottom shelf. Mai pulls out the purple and hands it to me. I add a splash more to her cup. She pulls out the red too and places it on the floor. I pick it up and return it to the fridge right next to it’s purple neighbor.
Mai dramatically drops to the floor crying and screaming.
Mai: No red juice, frigerator. Noooooooo!
I calmly pick up my child and her juice and bring her to the couch as she kicks and she screams.
Me: Do princesses scrape their knees? (I begin reading from one of her favorite books.)
After a minute or two, the tears stop and are replaced with her beautiful smile. A moment later…
Mai: Mama, red juice?
Mommy needs a beer, any color will be fine.
Conversations such as this are becoming ritual in our home, so are the meltdowns that ensue after them. No sooner than the smoke cleared from blowing out her birthday candles, it hit. So this is what they mean by the “Terrible Twos”.
Mai:”Mama, have berry milk, peeeease.”
Me:”Here is your strawberry milk, baby.”
Mai:” Noooooooo (sippy cup whizzing past my feet),choco milk.
So basically what I am saying is the terrible twos suck. Do you want to know the worst part? Everyone tells me that 3 is even worse.
Share your terrible two’s stories. I would love to know that I am not alone.