So Whatcha Want -- Beastie Boys

Addison had this terrible meltdown today about the size of her cup. It reminded me of another instance in which I was dealing with her while she was being unruly. I had the radio on, and this song was on the radio.

I turned to Addison and said, "Whatcha whatcha want?" Throwing my hands up in exasperation as she continued to chant Mommy.

And now, I suppose, I've created a monster in doing so. I heard her tell Arabaella the other day, "whatcha whatcha want?" when she was being fussy.

And she says it to Nero, our giant puppy, as she wrestles all 58 pounds of him to the floor.

Well, at least she has good taste in music.