Max is on from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to sleep.
And she is constantly and consistently at odds with someone or something. This morning I woke up before sunrise to her freezing cold hands on my back.
"Mom! My hands are cold. Will you hold me?"
Thanks for the newsflash and the delightful wake up, Maxine.
Later in the morning we're getting ready for school and I'm pouring her cereal into her favorite bowl and I already have her favorite spoon in the bowl. She dives into the cereal and eats, then looks at the spoon and starts to whimper, first softly and then slowly the soft whimper began to morph into a low, but very loud wail. The huffing and puffing, the coughing and the gagging soon followed. I tried to calm her but couldn't understand what she could possibly be upset about. Rose finally calmed her by distracting her and pointing out the giant crow that had just landed in the backyard.
"HOLY COW! I thought they only had crows that big in Texas!"
Later as I was walking them out the door to the bus stop I asked her what happened at breakfast.
"I know you think that's my favorite spoon MOM. But it's not. And it hurts my feelings that you don't know the difference between my favorite and the one that just looks like my favorite." (Max proununciations: foon for spoon, fweelings for feelings, fave-o-wit for favorite, wooks for looks)
"I'm sorry Maxine, when you get home from school you'll have to show me the difference."
"You can bet your pretty panties I will MOM!"
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