Yes, we got that today -- Rachel decided to be whiny and irritating (probably because of the heat, poor thing, and the fact that she woke up kind of early, crying, because her "nie-nie binky" was clear across the room. Never mind that she was clutching not one, but TWO others in each hand. Sigh) and not eat the dinner she asked for -- pasta, challah and milk. Drew was really firm with her, saying we can't keep guessing what she wants and prepare different foods. So she got off her chair, stood between us, crossed her arms and pouted.
And yet, earlier today, she was so funny. I was getting ready to go out and couldn't decide what T-shirt to put on, so I pulled out a purple one and asked what she thought.
"Not too bad!" she said, with perfect, eager inflection. I almost burst out laughing.
Later I asked what dress I should wear on my first day of work next week. I pulled out a long one from Pier 1.
"Too big!" she protested.
Then I pulled out another one from Hawaii that I had worn to my interview.
"Too big!" she said again.
I think it has to do with her persective -- she's so little, the dresses must have looked like tents to her.
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