My Toddler's Turn

I wake up begging for Barney but you say you need to check the weather. You say Barney’s not on anyway now but I don’t understand because I can’t tell time. You turn on the news but it isn’t the weather and you say to wait because we all need to know if it’s going to rain and that reminds me of the Dora umbrella that I like to open in the car but I get in trouble because it’s Etta’s umbrella and Amos complains that we’re all going to have bad luck and you remind Amos that only the one opening the umbrella will have bad luck and the one opening the umbrella is me and I don’t know what bad luck is. But it doesn’t sound good.
I slide off the bed and run to the other rooms to yell “it’s eight o’clock!” They laugh at me because something like it’s not really eight o’clock but eight o’clock is the only clock I know and it wakes them up anyway so what’s the big deal.
It matters what everyone wears except me. It matters what everyone wants for breakfast except me. It matters what everyone wants to bring for lunch except for me. But I take a pudding and a juice box and some doritoes and put them in a plastic bag and put it somewhere just in case. Sometimes I bring two of everything one for me one for Zoe but whether or not I see Zoe is never up to me. But I pack them just in case.
I give a big kiss and a big hug and sometimes a high five to Daddy and Amos and Etta when it’s time for them to go. Sometimes they’re gone when I remember to do this, or they slip away when I’m taking care of my lunch and Zoe’s lunch and if I cry and scream loudly enough and if they’re still on the block they run back.
I’ll spend half the afternoon in the car when it’s time to get them. And it really matters what seat I sit in because I don’t want to be next to the door that used to have the gum stuck to it even though you finally cleaned it up, and I don’t want to sit in the other seat because a piece of plastic is missing from the handle on the back of it and sometimes this is important to me and sometimes I forget. And sometimes I want to buckle myself and sometimes I want you to buckle me in and sometimes it takes me a long time to decide and sometimes you get mad and say you’ll take something away but I don’t really understand because I’m two and a half and I usually get what I want when I really want it.