Jillian had a really rough morning yesterday. Friday and Saturday nights were late nights for her because we were out to dinner and didn't get home until almost 9:00. She didn't nap either day, and add that to the fact that she has this mysterious dry cough that kept her (and us) up almost every hour on the hour Saturday night, and she was a BEAR yesterday morning.
I was downstairs and could hear her flipping out up in her room, so I went up there to see what the problem was. There were dolls, toys and clothes strewn all around, like she had been throwing things. I looked at her - sitting all dejected on the floor with angry tears flowing down her face - and I said, "WHAT are you doing??" She replied,
"I CAN'T FIND THE PANTS I WANTED TO WEAR TODAY!!"
She's 2 1/2!! They're going to have to lock me in the loony bin when she's a teenager.
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