christ on a CRACKER! my kid is driving me utterly batshit and i'm fairly certain i'm doing the same to her! we are in the midst of full-on terrible-two syndrome, and she's only sixteen months or so. this is evidenced by her desperate desire to communicate with us and our complete and utter lack of ability to decipher what in god's name "oddd-deeee" means. seriously. she says that word a thousand times a day and i don't have the slightest clue. and she gets PISSED when i misinterpret the "oddd-deeee" that means "i want to go outside" as "turn on the radio." like king-ka-may-a-may-a pissed. crikey! no drama queen in history can throw down like my kid. she launches herself onto the ground, whips her head back and forth, kicks like a jackass and howls. it's quite the sight to see. and we have nothing in common. i like sleeping, complete silence, watching Law & Order, not eating dirt, being a lazy tosser, and safety. magnolia enjoys squirming, shrieking, watching Shrek fifty-seven times in a row, eating dirt, running around like a crazed zombie and locating and attempting to eat microscopic shards of glass on the sidewalk. it will be a miracle if we both survive until she goes to kindergarten.
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