
"Mama, no you need to get back and your bed to snuggle with me"
"No sweetie, Daddy is home and he needs to go to bed and we need to go eat breakfast"
"No, Daddy needs to take a shower"
"But Olivia needs to eat breakfast"
"No, we need to snuggle"
The whole time this is going on there is plenty of whining and tears. The arguing went on for a short bit and I finally got her downstairs by telling her I would carry her. By the time we landed she was in full meltdown mode. Then I told her I needed her help with her sister. She stopped and looked at me and snapped into helper mode. I was getting ready to change Izzy's diaper and . . .
"Mama, Olivia has poo poo. I can help you"
*grabs wipe*
Tells wipe, "Are you ready wipe? We're going in and it is yucky"
Meltdown over. :)
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