She’s two. And she is feet up, straight up lounging in front of the television. I turned off the television and we went outside to play because frankly, enough television already! We cleaned her room, and she refused to donate pretty much anything with the exception of a used sticker and a book. Very generous, I know.
She hated everything I’ve cooked for her today. “It’s gross, I want chips!” Ugh. Did she get chips? Nope. Was she pissed? Oh yeah.
She then proceeded to direct me out of her room and shut the door. I knocked. She opened the door and said “what?”… Really?????
She has refused to wear anything I picked out for her in the past week. She already has a “style”?
She has demands, and she means business. She is all drama and a sliver of smiles when she gets her way. Oh boy. I’m in for a rough ride.
I have been putting my foot down more often, trying to nip the self entitlement in the bud.
Hopefully her relentless attitude lately comes to a halt. But she’s still a very sweet little girl. I mean, she apologized to her doll for dropping her. That counts right?