Today Sophia was playing in the bubbles at the kitchen sink when I realized A) that we had to leave and B) that she was drenched with sink water. Now, I'm not really one to argue with a two year old. Never negotiate with terrorists or toddlers, that's my policy. Lay out the choices and the consequences, and get 'er done. But I had to get her actual clothes off her actual body, and one doesn't wish to be a bully either.
So there I was, discussing the merits of dry clothes vs. continuing to play at the sink with a very angry little girl, who writhed and shrieked and fleshed out her point of view, which was "NO NO NO NO WA-WA NO DRESS NO!"
"Oh, my girlie," I sighed, "how old are you, again?"
"NO! I am NOT TWO!"
And really, doesn't that say it all?