Brynna, after a delightfully mellow infancy, has reached that age. To illustrate this new hair-trigger temper, here is a transcript of a conversation we had in the car on the way home from Miss A's tonight:
Brynna: I want you to sing the "I love you" song!
Me: What "I love you" song?
Brynna (singing along with the Barney tune): "I love you..."
Me: Oh! Okay. (I start singing) I love you, you love me...
Brynna: NNNOOOOO! (screaming and crying) NNNNOOOOOTTTT THAT I LOVE YOU SONG!
Me: Oh, I'm sorry. What "I love you" song do you mean?
Brynna (again singing with the Barney tune): "I love you..."
Me: Hmmm. (Thinking hard, since Barney clearly not the right answer. Then, inspiration strikes.) I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel...
Brynna: NNNNOOOOOO! (screaming and crying again) NNNOOOOOTTTT THAT I LOVE YOU!
Me: Brynna, I'm sorry. I don't know what I love you song you mean.
Brynna: I WAAAAANNNTTTT THE I LOOOOOOVE YOU SOOOOONG!
Me: B, if I knew what song you wanted, I would sing it for you, but I don't.
Brynna: I WAAAAANNNNNNTTTT THE I LOOOOVEE YOOOOU SOOOONG!
Me: Can you sing it for me? Because then I might be able to sing it for you.
Brynna: NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Me: (Still searching brain for I love you song options while turning off onto our exit ramp) All you need is love, DO-do-DO-do-DO, All you need is love...
Brynna: (hysterical shrieks hit new register) NNNOOOOOOTTTT THAAAATT OOOOOOONE!
Me: Kid, I'm out of options.
Brynna: I WANT THE MISS A SOOOOOOONG!
Me: Oh, is this a special song that she sings for you?
Brynna: YYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!
Me: Well, I don't think I know that song. Maybe tomorrow she can sing it for me, and then I can sing it for you. How would that be?
Brynna: (snuffling) oooo-kay. (Screaming picks up again) I DOOOON'T WAAAAANT TO GO HOOOOOOOOME!
Me (looking for peace, at any cost): why don't we go home and have a snack? What would you like to eat?
Brynna: toast. With sugar and sauce and pepper (translation: sugar and butter and cinnamon)
Me: Sure! Absolutely!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
So Very, Very Two
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That's perfectly horrid. And totally hilarious for aunties.
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