Life With a Two Year Old

“Please, Mommy, get it?” 

I buy the expensive tube of tiny apples. 

“Eloise, would you like a tiny apple?” 

“No thank you, Mommy!”

(The next day)

“Apple? Mommy? Please, apple? Open it?” 

“Sure! Let me wash one of these tiny apples for you.” 

She pulls a chair up to the counter. I hand her a mini apple and keep making dinner. The cylinder is out of reach. She giggles delightedly and bites into her baby-sized apple. 

Approximately .067 seconds later, Eloise has disappeared and left a wake of one-bite apples and an empty cylinder on its side. Because, two year olds.