At Morgan's two-year-old check up last week, the doctor (and both nurses) commented on what a spirited child I have. Well that's a gentle way of putting it, but yes, she is rather "spirited".
Later in the visit when we were discussing milestones, some that Morgan has already reached and others she should be reaching in the near future, the doctor mentioned something about having to be extra careful when toddlers learn to open doors. Oh, the horror!
"It's customary to cut their arms off at that point, right?" I asked.
I was kidding. Mostly.
Earlier this evening:
"Morgan, please eat your dinner."
"Would you rather have macaroni and cheese?"
"Are you finished eating then?"
"What would you like to do?"
"BE NICE, Mama!!!!" (Followed by hysterical crying and throwing her body on the floor.)
Not that we ever doubted it, but she is most definitely a girl.