"Bella! What are you doing?"
A little voice replies...
"I'm hittin the wall with baby's head!" (her doll, not her sister)
I ask why.
I will not be asking her to babysit Ava anytime soon.
A rustling noise comes from the kitchen. I go in and she's munching on something out of her pumpkin bag. I ask what she's got in there as I peek in at what looks like leaves. When I ask if it is leaves, she gives me a look as if I'm completely ridiculous.
"Noooooo Mommy (laughter), is SALAD."
Only my daughter would put green leaf lettuce in her candy bag. So proud of my lil' rabbit.
It is too quiet in the gameroom so I tiptoe in to check things out. I enter the room to find her standing on her stroller next to the pool table. She is a little startled but recovers quick enough to put on her best innocent look and ask politely "Mama, won't you go in tha other woom?"
So far it isn't the Terrible Twos as much as it is the Troublemaker Twos. And I'm okay with that.