Ryann: "I don't want a dinosaur glitter party. I want an ocean party."
Me: "But I've gotten excited for a dinosaur glitter party! Come on!"
Ryann: "Ocean party."
Me: "But we could have glitter everywhere!"
Ryann: "Everywhere? Like even all over the ceiling?"
Me: "Ok maybe not the ceiling. I don't think we could get it up there."
Ryann: "If you got a steppy stool you could reach the ceiling..."
Me: "You can bring something in the car, but not a hanger. Pick one of your smaller toys."
Ryann: "But it's my exceptional bracelet!"
Ryann: "MAX. GET DOWN!"
Me: "Yeah Max, get off the table." Max moves to the couch.
Ryann: "MAX! GET! DOWN!"
Me: "Sweetie he can be on the couch or the chairs. I just don't want him on the tables."
Ryann: "I don't want him on the couch."
Me: "Ry he can sit there. I said it's ok, and I'm in charge."
Ryann: "Hey, I'm in charge lady." Ahem, no.
Christopher: "What movie do you want to watch tonight?"
Ryann: "Boogers Pickin'."
Christopher: "Oh? What's that movie about?"
Ryann: "The history of the United States."
We haven't the faintest idea where she got that from.
Me: fighting with Ryann about staying in her bed during nap time
Ryann: arms crossed "I am NOT getting in my bed until you let me have some books."
and that is when I had to walk away and give up before I smacked my child. two-year-olds, who the heck do they think they are??