Call DCFS

Ramiro was in New York this week for a conference. By Wednesday, the girls and I had enough of each other. Bella was Out Of Control or OOC as we call it. She walked into the kitchen and demanded milk:

Bella: "I WANT MILK."
Mom: "Excuse me? Can you please ask nicely?"
Bella: "I WANT MILK."
Mom: "You're not getting any until you ask nicely"
Bella: "I WANT MILK."
Mom: "Are you tired Bella? Because you are acting tired."
Bella: "I WANT MILK."
Mom: "Bella, that's one. On three you are going for a nap."
Bella: "I'M NOT (yawn) TIRED. I WANT MILK."
Mom: "That's one."
Bella: "I WANT MILK PLEASE"
Mom: "That's two."
Bella: "I WANT MILK NOW!"
Mom: "That's three... nap time"
Bella: "NOOOOOO!!!!" (crying)

I carry her upstairs with her screaming:
"WHY WON'T YOU GIVE ME MILK?? I WANT MILK. PLEASE GIVE ME MILK!"

All of the windows were open because it was close to 90 degrees that day.... I wonder what the neighbors thought.
After I gave her milk, she fell asleep in less than 2 minutes and slept for 4 hours.
Mean Mommy.