The Backtalk

So, this morning I woke up to a rarity: A cooperative two year old. (Gasp!) She actually volunteered for a diaper change and let me pick her outfit, getting dressed without a fight.

I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if I woke up in an alternate reality where Angelica would live up to the "angel" part of her name.

And oh, it continued through breakfast! She ate without a fight, accepted apple juice instead of a second cup of chocolate milk, and said please and thank you and excuse me and all the polite things I ask of her.

I should NOT have counted my blessings.

When I picked her up from daycare, she whined about getting in the car, hit me when I tried to help her into her seat, pulled my hair when I picked her up and then finally, as she gave in and actually started getting in the car, she yelled the worst thing she's ever said:

"Go away, stupid Mommy!"

I gasped (from the shock) and told her that wasn't very nice. I asked if she really thought I was stupid and thankfully her reply was, "Nooooo, you not stupid."

Then we hugged and made up.

My goodness, the back talk has got to stop!