Last night Charlotte had two melt downs. The first melt down was because she wanted an ice pop, and, since it has been the temperature of the surface of the sun outside, I obliged. But the ice pop was too cold for her. (WTF?!) She was laying on the floor kicking and screaming and crying that I needed to cook it. “Put it in the oven! Cook it! It’s too cold!” This went on for some time. I even put the ice pop in the oven to “cook it” but she wouldn’t eat it. So not only did I have to listen to her crying over the most ridiculous thing, I had to eat the ice pop and consume unnecessary calories because nobody throws out a perfectly good ice pop. She stopped crying over this to focus on something even more ridiculous.
Charlotte decided last night that she didn’t like her ankles. She wanted to take her ankles OFF. She was sitting there with tears streaming down her face trying to actually take her ankles off! She said she didn’t need ankles. “Why do I have these ankles? Take the ankles off!”
I know people say kids make you crazy over the things that upset them, but this was seriously insane. I never thought I’d have to explain to my daughter why you can’t take your ankles off. I never thought I’d have a daughter who thought she could take her ankles off. I just never envisioned this as a conversation I would have. But here we are. Ankles and ice pops, man.