Devil Child

I live with a two year old. A very energetic two year old. A very energetic two year old who thinks it's funny to smack you in the face and mount the beagles like a horse. No matter how cold it is outside, she'll crawl through the doggie-door wearing nothing but a diaper.

The one thing that she does quietly is watch her favorite show, "Phineas and Ferb", a cartoon about two ten year old boy inventors and their pet platypus who just so happens to be a secret agent. The show doesn't even need to be on, all you need to do is sing the theme song and she'll come sprinting into the den and start dancing.

When the show is on, she goes into a sort of drugged out trance and wont move a muscle until the commercial break, at which point she whines at you, as if you could wave a magic wand and make the commercials go faster.



Drugged out trance

But even after all that, I love the little bugger. She'll hug your legs when you get home, she'll attempt to help you unload the dishwasher, give hugs and kisses to the dogs, and last, but not least, she is SUPER CUTE!!!