Yesterday at lunch she threw a massive tantrum because she wanted her milk. I must have been hiding it from her to make her so mad, right? Nope -- her milk was right in front of her. But she screamed and screamed, "MILK! MILK!!!!" over and over . . . and then she started pointing to the refrigerator while she screamed. I finally realized that she wanted me to put her cup in the fridge, so I got up, put her cup in the fridge, closed the door, opened the door, took her cup out, and brought it back to her. Tantrum immediately over, and she started drinking her milk. Whew.
But, she is fearfully and wonderfully made, and we love her just the way God made her. If she were any different, she wouldn't be our Buttercup. :-)