Yunatics

Erica (my sister) said to blog this and so I am. She’s bossy and I’m obedient. (She is my big sister, after all.)

Last night Brett got home from taking Madison on a run and to give him a break I took both kids with me to the grocery store. I didn’t check the time before I left and I should have because we were leaving right around the time we usually start getting Madison ready for bed.

I realized that time was not on my side when Madison began to come unglued.

It started in the canned beans aisle. We slid past a woman with nifty green glasses and Madison whispered something as we went by.

“What’s that, honey?” the woman asked, smiling at our adorable pony-tailed girl.

“Are you POOPY?” Madison obliged by shouting.

And so it went. As we passed people, hurrying to get our shopping done she would shout, whisper, hiss, “Are you poopy? Do you have poopy pants?” to anyone we passed. (What can I say? She’s potty training and her mind is in the toilet these days.) We gave her a bagel to shut her up and I sent Noah ahead to gather our goods to try to get out faster.

When we got to the check-out lane I glanced at the checker’s register to catch the time and it was 9:30 — a full hour past Madison’s bed time. She was swinging her head around in the cart laughing and squealing.

“Oh my god,” I told Noah. “She’s gone insane!”

Madison, hearing me, began to chant, “I a YUNATIC! I CWAZY! Hahahahahahaha!”

We got her home, got her into jammies, rocked her for a few minutes and she was out. Slept in an hour later this morning, too. That’ll teach me not to respect her bedtime! No more yunatic toddlers for us!

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