This is Ubergirl Younger. She turned two at the end of March. For those of you without children, I will describe her behavior to you.
She is both the sweetest, cuddliest, most adorable human being you have ever had the pleasure to meet, and the shrillest, least reasonable, most demanding human being you have ever had the misfortune to meet.
When she wants a drink, she can tell you what she wants; for instance, milk. But what she can't tell you, but what she expects you to know, is that she wants it in the pinkish-red cup. Not the pink cup, not the red cup. The PINKISH RED CUP. With a pink bendy straw. What, the straws are all the same color? What happened to the neon ones? (Sigh.) I guess it'll have to do. Wait, what are you doing? THAT'S not the pinkish-red cup, you dolt! THAT will NEVER do! I shall now scream until your eardrums bleed, and you'll have no idea why!
On the other hand, she gives the best hugs and the sweetest little kisses you could imagine. And she's not two forever.
