2-year-old and I: *take a walk to the end of the road and back*

2-year-old: *refuses to walk for some reason, so I put her on my shoulders*

2-year-old: *gets heavy*

Me: *puts her down*

2-year-old: *gets mad that I put her down, so she walks in front of me, blocking me with her hands*

2-year-old: *trips over my feet and falls, skinning her knee*

2-year-old: *screams at the top of her lungs in the middle of the road*

2-year-old and I: *miraculously make it to the house alive*

2-year-old: * demands a bandaid for her barely visible scrape*

Me: *gets her one*

2-year-old: *becomes furious when the bandaid has a princess instead of Paw Patrol*

2-year-old: *rips the bandaid off, throws it on the floor, and lies on the ground crying*

*Thirty minutes later*

Me: *scrambles some eggs*

2-year-old: *eagerly awaits the eggs*

Eggs: *are done*

2-year-old: *refuses eggs*

2-year-old: *pulls corn dog out of freezer and demands it*

Me: *cooks corn dog*

2-year-old: *takes a few happy bites of corn dog*

2-year-old: *suddenly proclaims hot dog yucky and breaks into hysterical screaming and crying*

Corn dog: *is from the same box we've been eating out of all week*

2-year-old: *starts to knock plate to the floor*

Me: *rescues it*

2-year-old: *remains hysterical, hitting me, refusing to do anything but sit in her kitchen chair and scream, red-faced*

Me: *edits my manuscript because why not*

*fifteen minutes later*

2-year-old: *gradually calms down and stares at me as I edit on my laptop*

Me: Do you want a corn dog

2-year-old: Sure!

2-year-old: *devours corn dog that started this whole ordeal*