My daughter has inherited my raging temper and I finally have photographic evidence. As you look at the photos, you can mentally put my face in place of hers and switch out the toy for a burrito that has onions even though I asked for NO ONIONS, because I swear it’s the same scene. Exactly.
It started out with Tony innocently handing her a new toy hoping she’ll chew on it instead of eating her hands up.
“Look, Mom, a new toy! I’m not quite sure how to use it, but I’m a genius, so I’ll figure it out!”
It takes her a few minutes, but with little help from daddy, she gets it into her mouth and begins biting furiously
And what do you know? SHE LOVED IT. She was talking and squeeling and biting and kicking.
“Mmmmmmm chewy toy” The chewing goodness lasted about a minute because OH MY GOD… THE TOY FELL OUT OF HER HANDS.
“Can someone please PUT THAT TOY BACK IN MY MOUTH FOR ME? Ok, you’re taking too long, I’m going to have to bust out the ‘throw myself back and get completely stiff’ move now!”
We tried giving it back to her, but she was already pissed beyond the point of return.
“GET THAT TOY AWAY FROM ME. HOW DARE YOU NOT BE THERE TO CATCH IT THE SECOND IT FELL, YOU WILL PAY IN THE FORM OF ME SCREAMING FOR 10 MINUTES!”
If you people only knew how similar my coniptions are, you’d be like “Poor Yvonne, having to deal with a little mini-her”
Like my mom says… “It’s payback time”