My mom keeps saying that Bonnie is exactly like I was at this age. If she means a perfect angel, then she's right on the money.
I don't know what we're going to do with this little mess. Sometimes I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry at her antics.
She has gotten into a not-so-good little habit of taking a sippy cup of water to bed with her every night. This is a habit that needs to be broken as I'd like to one day stop buying pull-ups and move to underpants full time.
I decided that Thursday night was the night of no more sippy cups in bed. That did not go over well with the Bon. After I tucked her in and left the room she started yelling, "I need wa-yea! MIMI!! WHAT IS THE DEAL?!?!?"
Oh, Bonnie.
