When my son wants to do something, it's all or nothing. Life or death. The end of the world. Seriously, if he wants me to put on his favorite song and start dancing to it, I better step to it or he'll collapse on the floor and cry like he just witnessed my wife and me getting gunned down in an alley way.
This kind of unbridled passion is both amazing and extremely difficult to deal with. But it makes like that much more interesting and beautiful. Sure, it's annoying as hell when I'm just trying to get him dressed so we could make dinner at my mom's house.
But then again I can only imagine the hilarious conversations I'm going to have with him once he's old enough to talk. That's when the real fun begins.
What's incredible is that from such a young age she's holding her ground when she thinks she's right. Sure, she's wrong as the day is long, but it's impressive that she's not willing to back down from anyone, including one of the only authority figures she knows.
I can only imagine what their arguments are going to be like when she's a teenager. Heaven help anyone when she's actually right.