I am bringing out an old photo for this one, but it sums up the grudging adoration of this post:
I have decided that Sophie is the toddler that will never "grow out of it." She cannot control her mood swings—playful one moment and taking a nip out of me that next—and she does not take direction well. She does not believe in rules, and she gets a thrill out of fighting us every step of the way.
She's gives us a lot of sass. She ignores boundaries. She's selfish. She's erratic. She has moments of incredible sweetness that melt our hearts…she showers us with affection when we are least expecting it.
Fortunately, she's never going to grow out of it.
Unfazed, she continued her decent into the bowl, daring us to just try and stop her. (Of course, neither of us took the initiative to physically shoo her away, but the stern voice really should have been enough.)