My daughter will be four next month. It seems like yesterday she was this innocent little angel with a head full of soft curls who ate, pooped and slept her way into our hearts. We managed to get through her infant years blissfully unscathed from colic, reflux, "crying it out" and other sleep-inhibiting factors. The toddler zone was tantrum-free. We waited for Year Three to be THE year of fits, kicks and shopping mall embarrassments. But we got nothing. Her daycare teachers raved about her fierce independence yet warned, "You'll have your hands full with this one." Ignoring the warning, my husband and I high-fived our success. We were home free. Or so we thought. And now, on the cusp of Year Four, our perfect little princess has morphed into Demanding Diva. Her list of requests far outweighs Madonna's or JLO's. Urgent needs usually include immediate access to car keys, iPhone, Kindle, gum and lipstick. And when I say NO I immediately get WHY, ...
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