Then she painted breakfast. She did things with a bowl of cereal and 1/16th inch of milk in 2.5 seconds that I didn't think were possible. I'm starting to believe that she can bend time and space.
Yesterday, she tripped over the same 2 steps (that have been in the exact same spot since we moved in almost 2 years ago) no less than 12 times causing the use of a disproportionate amount of My Little Pony band-aids.
She got stuck in a cape.
She lost 3 socks. None from the same pair...
She fell while picking her nose. FAIL.
She refused to wear a shirt.
She smacked Sass in the face for not letting her on HIS bed.
She survived solely on milk and Goldfish. And Pony band-aids.
She cried uncontrollably because she had to take a nap.
She cried uncontrollably because she woke up.
She cried uncontrollably because a movie wasn't Frozen.
She cried uncontrollably because a movie WAS Frozen.
She tried to secede and start her own dictatorship.
She tripped while picking her nose again.
So, what I'm saying is she is 2 and I have Toddler PTSD. And that I need drugs. For me. She already makes her own brand of crazy.