Girl drama....

You gotta love the dramatics of a little girl.

I'm shocked at how quickly these little creatures become so.....dramatic.

My darling babe is not even two and she blows my mind everyday. 

The attitude she has, the glares, the pouting, the screaming, and how I love love love every second of it.

Today I put Lola down for a nap and she started to cry because of a mosquito bite on her foot.

I put some medicine on it, soothed her, walked out of the room when she starts screaming and crying

"owie! itchy!!! owie owie ow!!!!"

Honestly? 

You'd think her foot was being hacked off with a dull blade the way she was carrying on.

I go back in to do more medicine and to calm her down when she asks for her daddy.

I told her we could call him and then I left the room to get my phone.

And on she goes again, screaming and writhing in agony about her foot.

When I come back to the room, she is now pointing to the other foot, which clearly had no mosquito bite.

She talked to her dad for a few minutes and started falling asleep while they were talking.

After, she finally fell asleep....

Seriously. 

I thought it was so cute that she wanted her dad and that's all she needed at the end of it all.

And the selfish part of me got my feelings a little hurt.

We girls are so dramatic.