Diva-in-training

Yes, the tables have turned and I am officially getting bossed around by a certain 22-month old...This is her in the car on the way to the gym this morning. 

First she demanded her sunglasses, then she demanded that she climb into her carseat from the ground, then she demanded some Flo Rida on the radio and we could finally leave.  Okay, so she didn't actually ask for Flo Rida, she just yelled "dance" until I found something suitable and it happened to be Flo Rida.  I think the paci really adds to her gangsta persona, don't you?