I thought Hailie was bad as a toddler but no one holds a candle to the complete and utter brat that is my youngest. Monkey never wants to see her again. I dont blame her, neither do I. For the past week all I have heard is her screaming at the top of her lungs if she doesnt get what she wants so her idiot father throws a fit if you dont let her have it. My mother collected antique blue willow plates and they made it through me growing up, made it through my kids growing up but the brat has managed to break quite a few of them and I am told its my fault because I didnt lock them away. OH BS. Teach the brat what the word NO means. I swear to all that is holy that if she breaks just one more thing of mine I am going to beat her bloody.