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Some days my daughter drives me nuts. We had to go shopping today so that I could a) pick up last-minute gifts and b) get her out of the house so the Scientist could wrap our Christmas presents. While we were out, she wouldn't stay with me in the department store. She instead ran away several times for fun and then proceeded to shriek at the top of her lungs when I grabbed her and held on to her forearm. Then she told me I was a "bad mommy," to which I replied simply "too bad." I had already told her several times that she needed to stay with me so that she wouldn't get lost or worse that someone would take her from me. Since that didn't seem to sink in, I couldn't care if she thought I was a bad mom. "You're making me angry!" "Tough." (And with that response, I've officially turned into my mother.) Later once we were home, she wouldn't let me change her pants and her father was busy and couldn't help her. Rather than let me help her, she proceeded to scream at me and try to hit me. Oooooh, bad move, kid. There go your TV privileges for the afternoon. And as I was changing her pants, she informed me that she didn't like me. Great. Thanks. It's like an early Christmas present from my three-year-old monster child.

Maybe my son will be better...

(In her defense, she hasn't napped today and she didn't get a good night's sleep last night. Now she's being all sweet. She's like Jekyll and Hyde, I swear. Sometimes toddlers are the worst.)