I'm not really sure when the switch flipped, but sometime in the past year, my little girl went from this calm, laid-back, contemplative darling to a chattering whirlwind. Even in her sleep, she still moves and talks. Combined with her equally loud & stubborn brother, they can be quite a disaster, but she somehow still produces frustration all on her own (partially due to her own amazing sense of bad-timing).
(note: this conversation happens at least twice a day, under differing circumstances)
B: "Mommy, tan you help me?"
Me: "Help you with what?"
B: "Jus, tan you help me?"
Me: "Help you do what? I'm a bit busy."
B: "Tan you help me?"
Me: "I can't help you if I don't know what you need."
B: "Mommy, tan you help me?"
Me: "Help you what?"
B: "Jus, tan you help me?"
Me: "Fine, I'll be right there". *puts down the cooking, goes to bedroom and changes shirt; returns*
B: *gone from kitchen, found using potty completely unassisted....like she's been doing for months*
