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!!!"
"No."
"YES!"
"No."
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.
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2 comments:
OMG LMAO .. I would have done the same thing lol. That's just gold :)
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.
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