Two Years Old

So say you’re two years old, and you see your milk-cup from across the living room.  Do you:

a)      calmly explain to your mother that you would like your milk-cup, please

b)      scream “Milk-cup!  Milk! Milk Cup!  Milk!” at the top of your lungs, shattering your mother’s eardrums and making her reach for a beer-cup at 11am

c)      independently walk across the room and retrieve the desired milk-cup yourself.

Or, say your mother lovingly made you a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.  Do you:

a)      eat the entire sandwich while murmuring sounds of appreciation

b)      eat half the sandwich, declare yourself “all done,” and wait to be excused from the table

c)      scream “No want it! No want it!” while pushing the plate off the table and dissolving into hysterics.

Or, say it’s time to read books, and you want to read the “pink book.”  Do you:

a)      helpfully show your mother which book is the “pink book” since she clearly has no idea what you’re talking about and could swear none of your books are pink.

b)      Find another way to explain to your mother what on earth you mean by “pink book.”

c)      Throw yourself on the ground in agonized protest of the fact that your idiot mother won’t get the god-forsaken PINK BOOK.

I think you can see where I’m going with this.