I shiznit you not, my friends. I have just realized that The Bambina is channeling none other than Arnold Jackson of Diff'rent Strokes when I ask her to do something. This is the exact expression I am given as she inquires (as a liberated and self-actualized toddler of whom I am most certainly not the boss although I seem to mistakenly think so), "Whatchootalkinbout Mama?"
I was getting annoyed at the faces and the almost-constant limit-testing that I know is 100% normal but also 100% tiring. Now, it just makes me laugh. Especially because I now give her the same expression back and revel in her confusion as she wonders, "Who the hell is Willis?!"
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