Mama... can I play with my toys?

I've always been pleased with Madeline's personality. She's not one of those kids that you have to worry about taking off on you when you're in public, she's pretty calm, plays quietly (even lays on the couch for sometimes a half an hour listening to music), cautious about things that it's good to be cautious about. But I've been learning lately that there's no way to have the perfect balance of cautiousness and independence, outgoing and quiet, etc. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I don't have a crazy, wild child, but I do get tired of the incessant questions and the excessive neediness. I'm glad she doesn't just run onto the street or somewhere else without asking, but I think she goes a bit too far when she'll ask "mama.. can I play with my toys?"

Stay tuned for more of Madeline neuroses and the neuroses of the person she inherited them from (me).