The "Culprit"

I have determined the culprit of my crazies. Her name is Iyla. I am going to give you a little sampling of my car ride conversation with her yesterday. It went like this...

Iyla-"Mommy, I like my juice and my sheepie."

Me-"Oh, you do, that is so nice."

Iyla-"Don't say nice."

Me-"Ok, fine."

Iyla-"Don't say ok, fine."

Me-"Ummm, alright."

Iyla (now screaming)-"DON'T SAY ALRIGHT!!!"

Me (now silent)-.........

Iyla-"Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy, you say fine to ME!!!"

Me (hesitantly)-"Fine?"

Iyla-"yes, Mommy, it is fine...I love my sheepie. Thank you Mommy."

Me-"Uhhh, you're welcome Iyla."

Iyla-"DON'T SAY WELCOMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

Me-"oh my god...."

Iyla-"DON'T SAY MY GOD MOMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!"

Me (while dialing the suicide hotline)-"ugh."

This is the face of an insanity culprit!