My mom warned me that dealing with sass was an integral part of having a daughter. She cautioned me about the defiance, reminded me of my own back talk and advised me to prepare for the eye rolls.
I guess I just didn't realize it would start so early. Like today. At the ripe age of 2.
This morning, because I believe in cruel and unusual forms of parental torture, I took the kids to the Mall of America to see Santa. By myself.
It's ok, you can laugh.
Our day started off swimmingly. We took in the free performance of Rudolph in the rotunda, colored at the Disney store and took this adorable pictures in front of their giant Christmas trees.
Don't let that sweet smile fool you.
As we waited in line to see Santa, I wasn't even anticipating the sass that Mila was about to throw down to the innocent bystander behind us.
Sweet Lady in Line: "Oh I bet you two are excited to go see Santa!"
Tyson: "We are!"
Mila: "I'm not..." (please read in the most annoying whiny sing-song voice you can imagine)
Sweet Lady in Line: "What are you going to tell Santa you want for Christmas?"
Tyson : "I'm going to ask for more Legos"
Mila: "I want a GETTHAT!"
************We interrupt this story to bring you the story of "GetThat." "GetThat" is a (usually dirty) lovie that Mila has slept with since birth. It was also one of her first word(s?). Since just over a year old she has referred to her lovie as "GetThat" and we have lovingly complied. Looking back, this probably was a strong indicator of the amount of sass she possesses.********************
Sweet Lady in Line: "Oh! You want a cabbage patch?"
Mila: "NOOOOOOAHH! I want a GETTHAT!"
Sweet Lady in Line: "A what, honey?"
Mila: "A GETTHAT!"
Sweet Lady in Line looks to me for an explanation. I mumbled the above story as my cheeks turn red.
Sweet Lady in Line: "Ohhh. Well, wow. You certainly have a lot of sass in that one, don't you?"
You have no idea, sweet lady. No idea.
And just think, Sweet Lady in Line didn't even get to witness Mila rolling her eyes at Santa a few minutes later.
I'm saving this picture so I know there is someone who can commiserate with me in a few short years.
On a bright note, sass still looks cute on a 2 year old.