You came into the kitchen last night asking/stating your need for more pasta. I bent down, with the strainer in hand to put some additional pasta in your bowl. Instead, you grabbed the strainer, with the remaining pasta, and walked off into the living room to finish your dinner.
This is boring!!!
Go away in the kitchen!
The last few days I’ve come to pick you up from AJ. You’ve proudly told me that you went to the office because you were screaming for Shelly.
What was a consequence for your unpleasant diaper changing demeanor is now a game. Bring it on. 
“Are we done?!”
“Hey Lydia. I think you need a diaper change.”
“No. I good.”
“Die mommy. Leave me alone!”
“Mommy daddy. Come in here. It dark. I too little.”
“No. I no like that song! More Elsa! That hurts my ears!”
“Milka me! Milka me! Milka me, mommy!”
“Daddy. Daddy. Brennan!”
in response to diaper change, “No stop it people. You are bad guys. I just Lydia. 
that One time when mommy drove you to a pediatric practice in Crestwood to find out you had croup. Look at what you’re doing here with the car seat! Escaping!
Lately, you’ve wanted rice and beans for every meal.
“Mommy, I poopy. There are beans everywhere!!!”
“Stop. No talking, mom. Leave me alone”.
This is my mommy!
