conuly

Last week, Angelique was, in fact, a little angel. Wonderful. This week, too.

Then today, sometime between playing with microphones and lunch - done. I made the mistake of talking about her angelic behavior online, that's what caused it. (The slightly elevated temperature and lack of morning snack and yesterday's non-nap have nothing to do with this! NOTHING!)

I swear to God, if she says "I don't even care!" one more time, I may very well explode. Literally. The words will no sooner be out of her mouth when - BOOM! We'll see if she cares then!

Or, if I've got her arm, or her hand, or her whole body, and I'm walking her from here to there because she needs to stop being underfoot while I'm cooking, or because she's making her sister cry, or whatever - "That doesn't even hurt!" Which would be great, as I'm trying not to hurt her, but still. It's annoying, is what it is!

And she keeps trying out new insults. Well, "I'm going to eat your bed and poo on it" won full points for creativity a few weeks ago. (First eat, then poo-poo, she explained. I'm glad - I almost had to ask her, and that would not be good.) Today it was "Well, I'm going to be a witch, and make you a cup, and drink from you", which I *think* she took from The Adventures of Isabel. She also told me I was a boy, which she must have meant as an insult. When I pointed out that I didn't think that was necessarily a bad thing (and that her big crush bestest friend ever, Patrick, might be a little insulted at boy being an insult), she told me that she'd make me both (I went into a tiny tangent on intersexed people and transgenderness, and defused the subject that way, though the information may have gone over her head), and it wasn't fun, no matter what I said.

You can see that it was naptime, but she didn't take one.

On the plus side, all this energy made her great fun when she was in a better mood. I spent a good portion of the day singing My Girl and tickling her every time we got to "My girl (my girl, my girl), tickling... my girl! My girl!" (we even watched the video). She swung wildly between begging me to tickle her, and then screaming and crying as I actually got near to tickling her, and then going "TICKLE ME! NO HUG ME! NO TICKLE ME! NOHUGME! NOTICKLEME!" at the top of her lungs. But at least she was having fun. And we had two snowball fights - alas, I totally forgot for a while there that snowball fights are (or should be) a strictly outdoor pastime. Oh well.

But still. I never, ever, ever, EVER want to hear "I don't care" ever again.

Oh, and Evangeline pooed all over her mother's blanket. And the floor. And my socks. This barely merits a mention next to Angelique's attitude so much of the day.