I'm pretty sure she's going to be a lawyer or something like that because she identifies technicalities and finds ways around pretty much everything.
Like the first time I let her use felts. I sat her down at her child-sized table and chairs and told her: "These are only to be used on the table."
I returned to find her art work ON the table. Well, I walked into that one.
It's a bit tragic when a two-year-old makes you realise you're stupid.
She has a blankie she's carried around with her for years. It's woolly and pink with a satin trim. She calls it "Dwinnie". She's been warned several times about being nasty to her brother and the repercussions involving the removal of Dwinnie. On this particular occassion, she lost her blankie for such behaviour.
So she spent the rest of the day carrying around her small pink backpack, a fact I noticed but hadn't thought much of because kids get attached to all sorts of weird things.
At the end of the day, as I was tidying up, I realised why she had been so keen on having her backpack with her at all times. Inside it, I found a torn piece of pink satin.
The crafty little minx was basically giving me the middle finger all day by carrying around a piece of Dwinnie she knew she wasn't allowed.
After telling a shocked friend, she asked: "What's she going to be like when she's 16? Wait until 12.01am and sneak out and say 'you told me I couldn't go out tonight'?"
We don't let ourselves think that far ahead.
She's now four year's old and recently I took her and her brother, two, to Kmart, to get a present for a birthday party. I knew what we wanted, it was meant to be quick, but both kids performed pretty badly. Their behaviour left me ashamed of how we've raised our children - on display for everyone at the mall.
My son slid under a shelf to get a little ball. My daughter punched him for getting it. He screamed then attacked her. She screamed back. It was pretty standard but pretty disgraceful. I tried to contain them but it was obvious I was battling.
In a classic example of how her mind works, once we got back to my husband (who had been sent a detailed rant-text about the situation), he attempted to reprimand them.
"Ooooh Mumma said you were naughty at the shop, I don't know if you'll be allowed any cake at the party."
And our girl replied: "But Daaaaddy... no one will know."
I concede defeat! I've got nothing.
The following image is something my mum sent after seeing it going around on Facebook. She said she thought this was something our girl would do. It totally is. A kid who knows the rules and knows how to break them:
