Mackenzie is at that stage of toddlerhood where if you ask her to do something or tell her she has to do something that she doesn’t want to do, she throws herself to the floor and screams as if she’s been shot. The reaction is a 0 to 100 nightmare that I’m fairly certain every parent is familiar with. Sometimes it’s funny, but most of the time we have very little patience for it. You know who has even less patience for these dramatic escapades than I do? Charlotte. Charlotte cannot stand when Mackenzie starts in with floor dropping, body flipping screams from hell. She LOSES it. Which in turn makes me start laughing because I’m a mature adult and then that sets both of them off even more because they’re pissed that I am laughing.
An example. Last night I told Mackenzie it was time to get ready for bed and she dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and started screaming from her very soul. Without missing a beat Charlotte starts to scream: “Mackenzie! I have had enough! You are a being a terrible two! You’re not even two and you’re a terrible two! I am DONE with you!!!!” I mean it was QUITE the performance. She has a future in Shakespearean theater if she keeps this up. So then obviously Mackenzie screamed louder and locked her body up so I couldn’t get her clothes off as Charlotte thundered up the stairs muttering how she wishes Mackenzie was back in my stomach. There is always one part of every day in which Charlotte is wishing Mackenzie was back inside my stomach. This was a very dramatic final act of our Monday night play, I’ll tell you that much. I finally got Mackenzie dressed and Charlotte came back downstairs and then they both started kissing each other and laughing out of nowhere so I guess the mood swings of girls start early? Or they just have very good dramatic range. Make it make sense.