We battled over her skirt this morning. Who knew that an-almost-two-year-old could have such strong opinions about a skirt? I chose the wrong one. Her choice was much too short. How is a too short skirt even an issue already?
Then there was the temper tantrum because she wanted her heart shirt and not her shamrock shirt. And her pantssocks were not what she wanted. In case you are wondering what pantsocks are, those would be tights. Please do not confuse her pantsocks with her handsocks which are mittens of course.
I have to admit that I am very impressed by her word choice this morning but less impressed by the clinginess that followed us all the way to daycare drop off. We made it barely though the day. Visiting our cousin Mary to bring her a St. Paddy’s picture and some soda bread brought about an entirely new cranky machine. The thought of making this child dinner was overwhelming.
So…a St. Pat’s Party for 2 was settled upon. We stopped and picked up supplies and brought them home to enjoy together. A six pack of nuggets, french fries, and a shamrock shake to share was all we needed. Last year she did not like my once yearly indulgence of the neon green frozen treat. This year, she had other ideas. McK announced that she liked it before trying to drink the rest of it. Luckily, I was able to wrestled a few sips before she went back to grazing her fries.
We’ve agreed upon a movie and are going to cuddle up on the couch as soon as we argue a little about her PJs. I think a new St. Patrick’s Day tradition has evolved.