For the life of me I will never understand the mind of a toddler. Being an auntie to a 18 month old toddler, Emma and a 2 month old infant, Alex I find it extremely difficult to comprehend what goes on in the brain of the mischievous Emma.
Her reasoning for trading items is what I like to describe as being an extreme haggler or a strong enforcer of "here, you have it because I don't want it anymore." However, her favorite thing at the time is hiding items and watching you find them.
I try to strategically relieve the TV remote or my phone from her ways of hiding them in a Mickey Mouse push car, a pink wagon which yields large building blocks, or in a pink shopping push car.
Unfortunately I come up short the first time but then bring out my secret weapon, Gold Fish snack crackers. Emma's excitement is soon cut short due to a stumble and a fall but after a brief moment of frustration she runs towards the small amount of smiling fish I served her. While she sits on her pink Hello Kitty couch happily munching on her snack I seize the opportunity to air lift the TV remote out of the rubble of building blocks, counting flashcards, and plastic food items. Victory is mine. Or so I thought.
Little Emma is sitting quite contently as she motions the small orange container of Gold Fish towards me so that I can serve her just a few more with a sippy-cup of water. As I turn my back to two minutes the remote has gone missing and all she has to say is gibberish when I ask where the remote went.
Emma has tricked me into serving her while I enjoy my few seconds of glory is obtaining the TV remote. Did she plan this the whole time while watching the entertaining Dinosaur Train on PBS? Who knows? For the life of me I cannot wrap my mind around hers and her babbling.
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