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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Watch Your Words ....

Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. This is not good.

Today, Beastie got ahold of my sewing scissors and proceeded to chop up a piece of paper. I asked her to give me the scissors back. She did not. I asked again, and again, she refused. Eventually I just took them from her, because, hello, two year old with scissors.

She had a fit. She had the mother of all fits, and threw herself on the floor.

"I need dose scissors!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"No," I said.

"Give me dose scissors!!" She was screaming so loud, and so upset, that her voice was raspy.

"No, Beastie," I said. "You cannot have Momma's scissors."

"Give. Me. Dose. Scissors!!!"




Now she was so mad, I thought she would vomit. Really.

"GIVE ME DOSE FUCKING SCISSORS!!!" she screamed, and I lost it. I just could not help myself. I laughed so hard I had to sit down, because I thought I would fall down.

"I'm not giving you the scissors," I finally said. I left the room, and she immediately stopped crying and apparently forgot the whole thing.

I, on the other hand, will remember this forever.


Stuff On My Blog said...

OMG LMAO .. I would have done the same thing lol. That's just gold :)

Anonymous said...

Wow... I'm scared, my son just turned 2. It's already hard not to laugh at him, it's going to get so much worse LOL.