Today's Parent Giggle

Diana 2.10 has never been a "terrible two." Her sister never was either. In our family, they hit "terrible three." Then, the stubbornness comes out. The self-assertion, I should say I guess.

Today, she was playing with a toy horse, giving it a very involved bath when up rides Rebecca 5.7 on a big wheel that makes police siren noises. (We are at grandma's, so the toys are all new and exciting since we only come about once per month.) Diana immediately demanded to ride the big wheel. Fortunately, at the same exact instant, Becca decided that she wanted the toy horse. It was a surprisingly amicable exchange, with both about to erupt in demands that were defused.

Anyway, Diana marched rapidly to the big wheel (all prepared to force her sister out), Becca hopped up, and with some built-up momentum Diana flung over a leg to take over the big wheel controls. She promptly missed the seat with her rear end and sat down HARD on the ground next to it. And very definitively announced, "Well. I meant to do that!"

And I fought the hardest battle there exists in parenting: keeping the straight face.