Elliot is quite the two year old. She’s hilarious. She’s sassy. I have zero clue how I’ll survive her years. I do know it’s going to be a word game, constantly.
“Dad, Ruby pinched me.” She called through a closed bathroom door.
“What do you want me to do about it now?” We’re forever trying to get them to consider what can be done when we’re unavailable. It’s hard to help when in the shower… Or using the toilet. Can it wait?!
“Umm… She trailed off. “Just deal with it.”
She got full after begging for seconds at supper. Not wanting to finish, she started bargaining. “Can you just scrape it Momma? It’s not that big of a deal.”
Mmm hmmm. Except… It is.
She tried to tweeze her eyebrows with her kitchen toy set tongs.
She came downstairs with purple eyeshadow, accurately applied, and black fingernails she’d colored with a sharpie, and announced she was ready to go to the dentist earlier this week.
I think parenting teens and toddlers makes for an interesting dynamic. I’m thoroughly enjoying the things a comes up with and the conversations I have with Miss Elliot.
Just remind me of that in ten years. I have a feeling her mouth is going to be an interesting overflow of one determined, old beyond her years little heart.