Ah! I see your will is as strong as mine, Mummeh...

It starts out like any typical morning. And eventually resorts to a tantrum or several when I fail to determine what her heart's desires are. This morning I had to tell her to go get her drink herself (guessing that's what it was).



And after much adorable wailing and flailing and flinging, inevitably now because I don't waver and do my best to encourage (and adorable only because I'm in that tail end of the hormone surge, luckily for her and me), what we find is that on the other side of the irrational, not negotiable toddler is someone who just wanted her freakin' drink.

We crawled there together and back again - so she didn't get what she wanted but neither did I really. And then she sized me up with dewy eyes and forgave me.





This will take some challenging. She hasn't even hit her teenage years yet.