Terrible Twos?!?

Maybe she was tired after a playgroup date at the mall and running up and down the street with a neighbor in the middle of our dog walk.  Or are the almost fours worse than the terrible twos, which weren't so terrible around here from what Mama can remember?

Dinner ended in an eruption because CJ wanted unlimited amounts of orange juice over eating the beans or tomatoes on her plate.  We tried to move the madness into bath time, which is where she wanted Mama to polish her toenails red.  Mama said "Maybe tomorrow" and the tears returned.  Even though the bath was already run, Mama suggested that maybe she just go to bed if she was so tired.  CJ couldn't fathom this.  "But my hair needs to be washed.  It's so stinky.  For real!  Live."

We moved on to the bath and she had another good one-liner.  This time a cute one.  She didn't want her feet washed.  I explained that we needed to because her feet can get sweaty in her shoes.  She then stated that "We should move our house to the beach.  We should just pick it up and move it to the beach."  I guess that then she wouldn't need to wear sweaty shoes?

It's like this all the time.  Up and down, up and down.