With Little A, I constantly find myself uttering the words isn't she too young for this?
Today may just have taken the cake.
Twice today (not once but TWICE) she stomped off to her bedroom after being reprimanded and slammed the door.
I'm not talking about needing her space and shutting the door for some alone time. No. I'm talking full-blown, had-to-check-and-make-sure-she-still-had-ten-fingers SLAMMING of the door.
Do you want to know the funny part, though?
She's yet to figure out doorknobs.
Guess who's just a little beside herself when she realizes she's just locked herself in her own room?
She may or may not have started screaming MOMMY in a way that I was sure I would walk in to find her head spinning and pea soup spewing from her little bow lips.
It was just a tad bit gratifying, nonetheless.
Lord help me when she becomes a teenager.