Two year olds... hmmmmm

Today was a typical day for any two year old.  Evelyn "got" her own breakfast while I was in the shower... which of course ended up in cereal all over the entire kitchen floor which she refused to help clean up.  Then she didn't want to pick out a dress to wear, so I picked one out and then forcibly put it on her.  She was totally fine with it once it was on... she just didn't want me to put it on.  She spent the first 15 minutes of Sacrament Meeting trying to take off her tights because they had a hole in the toe.  While doing that, she noticed that her undershirt had a picture of Princess Tiana on it... so she spent the next 15 minutes trying to take off her dress while I tried to distract her and keep her clothes on.  We compromised with just taking of the tights and giving her a piece of taffy that I'd brought for my Primary class.  That kept her dress on.  Then she had a poopy diaper and we walked/ran to the bathroom where she kept wiggling her bum back and forth while I was trying to catch it with the wipe and saying, "Mommy I'm pinching you!"  (I wonder if she knows what a pinch is if she's wiggling back and forth.... hmmm?)  Then she insisted on using the toilet before putting on her diaper, and wouldn't take the toilet paper that I got for her.... she had to do it herself (which instead of a couple squares, she ended up with about a quarter of a square in her little fingers.  Good enough right?)  She insisted that she climb onto the counter by herself, which she did just fine.  Getting her own soap, which she couldn't catch for some reason so was making a soap puddle on the sink and rejecting all attempts at help.  Getting mad at me for taking her back into Sacrament Meeting instead of straight to Nursery.  Etc... you can see where I'm going with this?  Cute as she is, I'm not quite sure whether to smack her, help her, or just giggle at her lately. 

A couple of days ago, she saw Sammy making himself a cup of hot cocoa.  She decided that if Sam could do it so could she.  While everyone was busy she pulled out a sippy cup, the cocoa mix, and a spoon.  When Ada caught her, she'd already filled up her entire cup with cocoa mix and was trying to climb the stool to get water from the tap.  We saved the cocoa from sheer disaster and made her a cup, but I'm considering locking the cupboards til she's 4.