In the hour or so before I went to work we had:
- nappy came off (or got pulled off
) in bed and she got poo on her hand (to be fair I would cry at that, and in fact nearly did, at 3am)
- she asked for a banana - and was given a banana
- I wouldn't let her play with the purple and green "brish brushes" (aka our toothbrushes)
- DP wouldn't let her put her bear in the bin
- DP's trainers were too big for her just 2 year old feet
- I laughed when she looked up at me and said, "oh god [her name]"
The terrible 2's are so much fun! Anyone else?