Finally something worth posting here. A Leah Story. They are pretty entertaining, but then again, I am also kiiiinda biased. For those that don’t know, she’s 2. 31 months.
Earlier tonight she was throwing a fit at the dinner table about the butter. (The kid would eat the entire bucket of butter if I let her. Gross.) At first, E and I tried the whole, “let’s just ignore her and she’ll stop” method. And well, if you have kids, you know how well that DOESN’T work. Ever. But yet, we continue to try to use it. Right before the freak-out about the butter, she had a freak-out about the tv. Again, if we let her, she’d sit in front of it and watch Angelina Ballerina over and over and over again on Netflix Instant. But, I am fully convinced that both these freak-outs have everything to do with the fact that she has watched too much tv lately. It turns her into Damien’s apprentice.
Did I get sidetracked? It happens. A lot.
After I get Leah calmed down from her melt down, she starts talking in some gibberish language she made up. At first, I don’t mind, but after she kept doing it for a few minutes, it really started to freak me out. I told her to cut it out. She wouldn’t. (Shocking.) After basically pleading with her to please stop talking in tongues, she finally stopped. Then asked me what kind of words those were. I told her they were just fake words and that Mommy didn’t like them. She said, "I don’t like them either." (Not freaky at all, right??) Then I ask her if she was having a stroke. She thought about it for a minute and said, "Ummmm...no...I don’t think so." So I asked her if she was having a seizure. She said, "Ummmm...no...I’m just freaking out."
You and me both, kid. You and me both.
