I hate the label "crazy". I've had that label all my life and it annoys me when people say someone is crazy. These last few days, however, I've been struggling to find another appropriate name for Raleigh.
Last night, 10 pm, I told her it was time to go to bed. She started jumping on the mini-trampoline in our living room and said, "Mom I want some juice." I said, "No juice Raleigh." She said, "How about some candy?" I said, "No Raleigh, no more sugar you've had enough today." She said, "How about a cookie?" And we carry on like this for a few minutes all the while she's boing, boing, boinging on the trampoline until she starts chanting, "I want sugar. I want sugar." Jump, jump, jump. I just started laughing at the insanity.
Tonight we got done from dinner and I said, "Raleigh please go in the bathroom and wash your hands." She starts whispering and bowing herself out of the kitchen saying, "yesss massser, yessss masser mommy (yes master mommy)." What made it even funnier was that she was wearing little mermaid underwear, plastic high-heel shoes and a t-shirt that said 'cuter than most'.
Ahhh, are three year olds supposed to be this funny? She is such a sassifrass. So much personality. I wonder where she gets it from. Her crazy mother????