It's a toddler's prerogative...

...to change their mind.

Forget my smug proclamations about an easy switch from bottles to cups. The poo monkey took one look at her sippy cup this mooring and cried her eyes out for her "bot-uhl". Being the tough love parents that we are, said milk was reoffered in the plastic boobie substitute in about, oh ten seconds flat.

Then little miss decided today was the day to throw her first I-refuse-to-sit-in-the-trolley-damn-you-to-hell-mother tantrum. Which would have been fine, except that towards the end of our shopping expedition I had no other choice other than to carry her to stop her from making a bold bid for freedom and/or grabbing everything in sight.. This would not have been a problem if:
a) She didn't weigh as much as your average two and a half year old (or more)
b) We weren't in the express lane at Coles where we then needed a price check on a spare milk sippy cup (yes, I am an idiot), much to the disgust of the queue of cranky old biddies behind us.

Is it wrong to pop your beloved daughter down for her nap, close the door and punch your fist in delight?