Remember how I said Maya is a Stinker? Well, it got worse. I literally cannot take the girl to the store or she throws tantrums. Independent, check. Stubborn, check. Strong-willed, check. 
"Maya, these are your choices: you can either sit in the cart, or mommy can hold you." Her response, "NO! NO! NOT!", stomp stomp. Scream, Scream. If I walk by apples with her she yells, "Apple, Apple, APPLE!!! WAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh."
It's really hard.
Shopping for a Halloween costume, "Maya look at these costumes, which one do you like?"
"Gabba. Gabba. Gabba." All the way home empty handed, "Gabba, Gabba, Gabba."
She was stuck on Brobee ("the little green one") from Yo Gabba Gabba. We looked at Walmart, that's where "Gabba" was. We looked at Target, nothing. We went back to Walmart, "Gabba, Gabba."
I bought her kitty ears, a tail and I'm in need of a black leotard and tights now.
Brobee cost a lot. And she loves the ears. Kisses! Or as Maya says, "Maah."
