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Eleanor is two today.

This really pisses her off.

I’ve been coaching her for several weeks to say “Two!” or at least hold up some fingers (any number) as a response to the question “How old are you?”. For some reason, this question makes her really, really angry. She either ignores the question altogether, says “no!” or becomes really hostile about the whole thing.  I have no idea where this is coming from. She also isn’t into the whole birthday thing, either. When Dan dropped her off at daycare this morning, her friends all descended on her and wished her “Happy Birthday!”. Dan said she shook her head and said a tetchy “No. No.” in response to each good wish.

Kim advised boosting her confidence: “You don’t look a day over 22 months! You’re swimming in those 2Ts!”. Instead, Dan and I like annoying her and asking her out of the blue “Wait: how old are you going to be again?”. Man, does she hate it.

I love her two-year-old-ness. She’s mostly a blast: a whirlwind, a giggler, a dancer/lurcher, a sneak-attack hugger and a generally friendly little girl. She can whine and cry with the best of them but it’s never too much or for too long (it’s her birthday and I’m feeling generous).