I'll tell you why:
- Mommy Needs a Quaalude
- The Changeling Diaries
- The More You Scream The More I Drink
- We're Not Asked Back to Playdates!
- Everyone in this Woolworth's Thinks We're Dysfunctional
- I Said Stop Kicking, Please
Okay, so it hasn't actually driven me to drink or barbiturates... yet. And when she's not causing hearing loss in others she's a real swell gal. Some of her other hobbies include:
Finding my lotion and trying to eat it on the sly.
Making hats out of weird objects.
and breaking every single Dr. Suess ceramic piece I have owned for years. Sorry, no photo. Too sad to document.
In closing, before anyone kindly suggests that this is just the "Terrible Twos" approaching, let me present you with this photo documentation that disproves that theory. Here she is on a typical day a year ago. I just noticed that her shirt says "happy." Cruel irony.
It reminds me of the beginning of that poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
And when she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.