I don’t know how we got here, to this place, where I tell Sunny to do something and then she
tells me to suck it runs off with an attitude.
are were potty training. She is was doing great. Until today were we went to Target to pick out big girl undies and she chose Thomas the Tank Engine.
Me: Honey those are for boys.
Her: Choo- Choo!
Me: Okay, lets look at them.
Her: Okay, Mama.
I pull them out of the package and examine them…
Me: Honey, these have a special thing in them for little boys. I want you to have them, I do, but this special thing might hurt you.
Me: Do you want the princess ones? ( seriously, princess? This is my only option? I HATE the princess ones, the Thomas ones are way cuter)
Her: Okay Mama. I big girl!
Me: You are buddy!
We get home where she proceeds to go threw every bag and then says “where Choo-Choo?”
Me: Um…we got princesses remember? Do you want to go on the potty like a big girl?
Her: No choo-choo? No! Pot!
With that she ran off and left me holding the bag…literally.
That’s. My. Girl.