As you read this you may think I am being harsh. But as you read, you will also come to the conclusion that my two year old is, indeed, a terrorist. She is the cutest, sweetest, funniest, zaniest and one of the smartest little terrorists ever, but a terrorist nonetheless.
Over the past month or so, I have felt compelled to try to document the daily whirlwind of incredible messes, countless paper towels, wet ones, and towels used to mop them up, and an average of two baths and two extra loads of laundry a day created by my Gaby. Just this week, as I thought about the particular messes of that day, I thought, this child is a mess! But more than just a ordinary mess. She wreaks havoc. Major havoc. Lily was a strong willed child. I am used to that. This is more. She doesn't play with toys. She doesn't watch tv. She is on the constant lookout for her next big mess. And she uses her charm and adorable little face to get out of trouble. It is impossible to stay mad at her for longer than it takes to clean up her mess. Thus: she is a terrorist, wreaking havoc, making demands, getting away with all of it.
My sister has a blog. It is now officially the 21st century. Where's my flying car?
ReplyDeleteLOL.....LOL...... If you need a break, send her my way! I think she is a sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy own two terrorists (now ages 26 and 19) were never quite that bad, but they had their moments too! Reading your account reminds me of how much energy it took to follow those guys around, and as I look back on it now, I can't believe I did it.
ReplyDeleteKudos to you and all the other dedicated parents out there whose heroic efforts too often go unappreciated.