A two year old child is a uniquely sticky wicket, caught between exponential brain development and a short fuse for whatever she can't yet grasp. Case in point: She is old enough to know that her birthday is a special day where we celebrate her, but because she doesn't understand the passage of time, there is no convincing her that it is over.
Every day since last Thursday, she demands to know where her presents are, and when her cake will be served. Not in a petulant, spoiled way, just in that stubbornly plaintive toddler way. Toddlers like their routines, and presents and cake are a a much more fun routine than brushing teeth and putting toys away.
So every package, from a grocery bag, to a moving box, is presumed to be an unopened present. "This is for Lila?" she asks about everything with a top on it.
And for Rosh Hoshanah on both Friday and Saturday night we lit candles before dinner, and as we did, Lila would just chirp in the background, "cake? Cake? Cake for Lila?"
Which is not to say that she isn't thrilled with her birthday booty. New books, lots of pretend picnic food, her new birthday sweater, her doll stroller - all these are mentioned constantly and in are in heavy playing rotation. It's just funny to have a person who is more and more verbally competent by the day, but has no tolerance for logic or reasoning.
If she keeps this up, she could be running the country by Christmas.
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