When I told my dad about this, I got a ‘like mother, like daughter’ comment…

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Yesterday K kept getting into one thing after another. Finally after about 30 minutes straight of telling her ‘no’ and every time she’d hear it, she’d throw things on the floor, I was getting quite frustrated. When she grabbed at the medicine again I told her no and smacked her little diapered butt (not hard, enough to get her attention).

The look she gave me could have shot daggers through me. She was MAD. She was going to STAY MAD. So she stalked across the room, crossing her arms across her chest, and staring at the TV (We were watching the parade to begin M’s intro to Santa…nice and gradual).

DH tried to get her attention, “Kennedy. Kennedy!” He said her name probably 5-10 times receiving no response. She kept her arms crossed and her back to us. So, not one to be bossed around, I spoke up “KEnnedy!”

In response to my sharp tone she did turn around.

She gave me a stern glare, pointed her finger at me and said, “NO!” Crossed her arms and turned back to the TV.

Apparently she was determined to be mad and stay mad.

I shouldn’t giggle, because she’s going to be SUCH a handful…but it WAS.SO.CUTE!!!

My Prima Donna…the Queen of the Castle.

Oy.