One day last week, Manuela and I realized that our worse nightmare had became a reality. We knew that this was coming, we could see the signs, but we had hoped that somehow it would miraculously not occur. We awoke one morn to find something new in Mila's crib. We put her to bed a sweet, adorable little baby and she awoke something...different. She had metamorphasized into something new - a creature who omits blood curdling screams and insistently refers to everything as "mine". The professionals call such a creature a 'toddler'. I have included a few pics illustrating the rather dramatic changes. Some may find the following images disturbing. Viewing discretion is advised.
4 comments:
As you can tell I am having problems computing this evening. As I was saying - my beautiful granddaughter is just expressing her views and becoming an independant thinker.. you'll just have to deal with it for another 18 years.
I think Mila is right on! It is a good thing for her to assert herself. Don't worry, children leave home in their early twenties!
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