Ten minutes ago, Little Nugget decided that she wanted to play in her room with the door shut. When I showed her the error of her ways, I was greeted with an unceremonious tantrum.
What's up with that?! Of course Team Nugget collectively said "Uh, no, no and NO!"
Seriously. Am I being unrealistic when I assumed that type of behavior wouldn't darken our door until she was at least, I don't know, 10, 11, 12? You know, the dreaded "tween" years, the period in which we hope, as older parents, that we will have finally achieved a level of functional senility that will render us blissfully unaware of the shameful activities in which our daughter could possibly associate herself? (Disclaimer: Yes, we're being positive role models, trying our best to turn her into a science geek so that we won't have to worry about boys or other bad influences)
But still. Come on. She's TWO AND A HALF!!!!
We are so screwed.
Addition to post: Now she just put herself to bed...SHE'S GROWING UP TOO FAST!!!!!