That’s what Lu is.
And boy does she ever let us know it.
My Mom always says two-year-olds are either adorable or horrible. For the first half of her life as a two-year-old she was the former: adorable. We couldn’t get enough of those smiles, those chubby cheeks, those soft, squishy hugs.
But now she’s reverting to the latter…the “horrible” part is kicking in in full force. Yep, that monster part of being two is coming out quite nicely.
She won’t go to nursery. She screams and kicks the whole time.
She swats away at people who are trying to be nice to her with an angry grunt.
When you want her to do something, she says “uh uh” except she says it with all the “soul” she can muster up so it comes out more like “uh UUUUUUah” and she says it with a great scowl smooshing her uni brow together in the middle real tight.
She HAS to have her own choice of music in the car. And if I don’t get it right you can bet she’s not just going to sit there and twiddle her thumbs about it. No. She’s got that great high-pitched scream working just to her liking.
In English she should say: “I want Grey Squirrel ” (a Joy School song)
In Lu’s language: “on ace er”
Yeah, you see why I spend most of my time in the car working up a sweat trying frantically to suit her music needs? Well, maybe you have to hear the scream to really get it. But let me tell you, it’s bad.
And I’m telling you what, I am so darn sick of the Hairspray soundtrack I could throw that CD out the window. Except that the “scream” is worse, and makes me want to throw her out he window. So I guess I better grin and bear the darn CD.