The Eternal Staring Contest...

Have I mentioned before that my sweet daughter Sunny and I are, well, the EXACT same person? We are both sweet, cute, funny, smart. Wait...that's not what I meant, I mean we are all those things but the ones of which I speak of today are snotty, stubborn, spoiled and strong-minded.

We are potty training. Sunny heard me on the phone telling someone we were potty training and she said "We are not potty training Mom, I am potty training". I asked her to go poop on the potty and she said "I will go poop on the toilet when I want to go poop on the toilet". When I asked her if I could show her how to wipe she said "Mom, I know how to wipe my own butt!" almost as if she had been doing it for years. She is a stinker. The cute part, and there actually is a cute part, is that as she finishes her bratty comment she can hardly keep a straight face because she realizes how ridiculous she sounds. Then she repeats it in a voice mimicking her own voice, making fun of herself for saying such a silly thing laughing at herself. I feel like I would be WAY out of line getting mad at her for acting that way since, well... I am not exactly innocent of making such comments. I have always had a teeny-tiny bit of an attitude. Teeny-tiny. She seriously is me. Just smaller. With cuter thighs.

Sunny and I are in the middle of the eternal staring contest. Always. Everything we do. Who will blink first? Who will be the first to give in? We have both had our share of wins....and losses. Ya wanna know something though... I have been playing longer.

So the potty training. She has been FABULOUS actually. As long as it seems to be her idea she will do anything. I think she's only had 2 accidents. But like any kid, she has trouble figuring out "chickens" (for some reason that I will not ever understand Calvin and Sunny call poop "chicken", think about that next time you go to McDonald's...). She just can't make it happen. She finally pooped on Monday...in her undies. I know she has held it for about as long as possible so today we sat. We sat and we sat and we sat. We stared each other down. No one would cower. Neither of us would be the first to look away, or even blink. We just stared at each other. I was not going to let her go without pooping, she was not going to poop. Someday, when she cares about those frown lines between her eyebrows she will be sorry she made that face at me for so long (and by "so long" I mean 2.5 HOURS. That is how long we sat today. You should have seen the toilet lines on her legs... ouch... I wouldn't have made her stay that long but she was farting the whole time... well, maybe I would have made her stay that long...)

Today's Score (but who's counting?):

Mom: Big Fat Flipping ZERO
Sunny: 1

She did not get that chicken out yet. We have tomorrow though...

At the end of it all though, she is really my best girl. She tells me everyday, "Mom, I am your best girl" and she really truly is. We butt heads, but our similarities are something that make us love each other and understand each other better. Which is a good thing since no one else may ever understand us... She is one cool chick...

So I ask you, which is the Master and which is the Apprentice? Who will stand victorious at the end of this battle?

Place your bets...