Don't mess with me.
I am almost 22 months old.
The Terrible Twos have nothing on me.
I refuse to let you pick out what I wear.
Spiderman pajamas with Harajuku lovers cropped pants that are WAY too small?
I love it...leave me alone.
If you don't, I will SCREAM.
Did I make my mommy take me out in public like this?
Yes, I did.
She tried to cover it up with a sweatshirt but I ripped it off in the middle of my brother's preschool just to show her who is boss.
I am the only girl with two older brothers so if you piss me off, I will fight back.
That is the only way to defend myself around here.
Biting, scratching, yelling?
I can do it all.
Tantrums you ask?
I am Queen.
Don't make me mad.
I will scream at the top of my lungs, roll around on the ground and demand you pay attention to me.
On the flip side, if you make me happy, I will give you this.
Every now and then, I decide to return to sweet and innocent.
My mommy can dress me and I even wear a bow.
Yea, I like it, but I will never tell my mommy that.
Because it is all about how you play your cards around here.
You do what you gotta do to get that frozen yogurt tube, my absolute favorite.