Amelia

Oh Amelia. Amelia has been a lot challenging lately. I overheard someone else calling their 3 year old a threenager. It fits. Anyhow, who she is not literally driving me crazy and pushing all my buttons at one time, she is a hoot. Four examples:

1. As she surveys my outfit selections for the day, "mom, when will I be old enough to pick out my own clothes?"

"I'd say 5 or 6 years old, why?"

(Heavy sigh)

"Just wondering."


2. On the scale in my bathroom while I'm (trying) dressing for work.

"Mom! I'm 34.5 pounders! I pounded it right here on the scale. How many pounders are you? Come here and we'll find out if you pound it like me!"

3. On discussing her ballet class:

"When I go to ballet class, I am called a ballet-er."

"No, sweetie. I think it is called a ballerina."

(Eye roll from the threenager)

"No Mom. In my ballet class, it is called a ballet-er."

4. On being scared:

When you opened my door, you freaked me. Don't do that mom!"

"Okay love, did that freak you out?"

(Sigh+eye roll= 13 is going to be a hard year with this girl).

"No mom. It didn't freak me out. It just freaked me."

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