Here she is scrubbing away on a lasagna pan, that she eventually got sparkling clean. She loves to help me fold laundry (she gets the "baby towels"). She loves to help me cook. She eats her vegetables. She's cuter than hell.
So other than the constant yelling and screaming, calling her brothers "poopy and stupid," scratching people, hitting, writing on everything with a marker, crumbling crackers into tiny pieces into the carpet, refusing to go to sleep, and dumping her toys all over the place, she is the perfect child.
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