Are we in trouble.
Yesterday, at church (one of Maggie's favorite places on earth--not that we're so devout but because church features friends, music and doughnuts), she was really energetic--just couldn't stop moving. And usually, she's pretty good about maintaining "church voice" and whispering. Not yesterday.
Finally, during the communion hymn, our choir was doing their usual great job and Maggie was paging through a hymnal, singing. Not, mind you, what the choir was singing, her own little song. Tunelessly, and loudly too. I whispered to her to be quiet a few times, and she didn't. Just ignored me. But interestingly, the next line in the song she was singing was "Be quiet NOT. Be quiet yourself."
"Be quiet yourself" quickly turned into the chorus, but that was most likely because I was laughing so hard (while trying to, in fact, be quiet myself) that I had tears leaking out of my eyes. Little shit. How exactly am I supposed to discipine a child like that?
We are in so much trouble. She knows she's funny, she's completely fearless, and incredibly strong-willed. And that latter trait is quicky beginning to assert itself at this age. She tries to yell at me, order me around, and just generally be unpleasant when I am trying to get her to do something she doesn't want to. We tell her she doesn't get to yell at us, that she doesn't get what she wants if she's mean and that we only hear her if she asks nicely.
She's just so cute when she's NOT being horrible. And I remember this happening when she turned two--that a lot of the worst aspects of terrible twos began a few months before. She'll be three a month from Friday, and right on schedule here we are! This is making Moxie's review of "Your Three Year Old: Friend or Enemy?" quite timely. I know friends who swear by it too.
But. OY. If shes this much of a snot now, what WILL she be like at 17? Off to research boarding schools....