Do not be deceived. This version of Lyla was as disagreeable as they come. At daycare her objection to her coat was so severe and so sustained that I ended up throwing her over my shoulder without it and using my superior strength and agility to strap her into her straitjacket, I mean car seat.
She slurs her words even more than usual when she's that mad. All I heard was "AH WAH TIH TOE!" over and over again.
"Lyla, any chance I could get you to stop crying?"
"AH WAH TIH TOE! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! TIH TOE! AH WAH TIH TOE!"
"You want your jacket?"
"NO DATTET! AH WAH TIH TOE!"
"You want some chicken?"
"Yeah."
"Oh! Well, when we get home--"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AH WAH TIH TOE!"
"You want chicken?"
"NOOOOOOOO! TIH TOE!"
We had traveled roughly one block by this point.
(Turned out she wanted a sticker. Tih toe. Sheesh.)
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