After asking her to share her sippy cup with Lucia and she refused, I took it upon myself to do it whether she liked it or not. This of course brought on major temper tantrum #3 since arriving home just 2 hours before. She kept screaming and asking why she had to share which I was in no mood to calmly explain. I mean, come on, the whole "because we are a family and we love sharing with one another" explanation obviously doesn't work very well so why bother. I decided at that point to go with the old favorite "Because I'm the mom and I say so, so that's what we're going to do." I began to scream it out and basically all I could get out was "I am the mom, because what I do is what I do!" I knew that didn't sound right so I tried again. "I'm the mom because what I do, is what I do!" Ughh... not quite right. "I am the mom because what I do..." And that's as far as I got.
I remember growing up our family screamed a lot but somehow we always ended up laughing hysterically, too. I guess I've inherited the gene of reaching boiling point and screaming at the top of my lungs phrases that make no sense what-so-ever. The day will come when my kids will laugh hysterically at me as I try in vain to make a point. And my parents will be looking down on me with not one ounce of sympathy, just big old smiles.
Isabella did stop screaming but I think it was more she was trying to figure out what exactly was this new phrase I was throwing out at her that kinda-sorta made sense. And of course, committing it to memory so that she can one day scream it back at me.
Hopefully that day won't be tomorrow.