AC and I just had a fight over a trash can.

I walked in our bedroom to find her with our trash can (it just sits by the desk, waiting for junk mail...not too gross...but gross) on her head.

This is how our conversation went...

Me: GROSS! Get the trash can off your head!

AC: NO! I wan twash can on my head! Now she's running from me singing a song she's made up about said "twash" can on her head.

Me: Put the trash can down...NOW!

AC: Okay (in a sad pitiful voice) as she puts the trash can down.

Me: Put it back where you found it please.

AC: I wanna put twash can wight here.

Me: Anna Cate...

AC: EXTREME melt down...I mean baby llama, red pajama FIT!

Now, she's screaming in her bed.

Oh the joy of a 2-year-old princess!