This morning after her breakfast I was changing Claire’s diaper.
(Yes. I know she’s almost three…And STILL mostly in diapers. I know she’s too old. Somebody needs to come get her to change her stubborn little mind about how fabulous big-girl-undies are)
I asked her to give me her pacifier.
(Again. I know she’s too old for it! But, I’m making up this parenting thing as I go)
She said “No”. And smirked at me.
I quit smiling and TOLD her to give me the Paci.
“Nope” she laughed in my face.
I probably was making the scary face that renders normal kids speechless as I removed it from her stubbornly gritted teeth and tossed it over to her bed. (My scary look does nothing to intimidate Claire)
“Mama! Dat not nice! You not vited to my birthday!”
(She just uninvited me from the birthday party **I** am throwing)
Oh no she didn’t.
I told her that there is not a party unless I am there because I make it happen .
(Lynn was snickering at me around the corner for saying “I make parties happen”)
Claire wasn’t impressed either. But we had to go to work and school. Since the girls squabbled all the way to school (and lost cartoon privileges for the day) I didn’t pursue it further.
So tonight at dinner she brought up her birthday cake, and said something about strawberries (or dawberries as she calls them)
She looked at me and her eyes gleamed with mischief. “You not vited”
Me “Well, I always bring the cake to the party. So I guess I’ll have to eat it all by myself since I cant bring it now that I’m not invited”
Caroline, ever helpful pipes up “Mmm. I’ll go with Mama and help her eat cake”
Claire “You vited! You vited! Don’t eat all my cakeeeeeee”
Me “I’m only bringing cake if Daddy, me, and Sissy can come”
Claire “And Mamaw, and Papaw, and Jon” (She calls Will, Jon because it makes him mad….She’s a rascal)
So maybe with the help of the 5 year old I won that round. Who knows what tomorrow’s challenge(s) will be!