Small problems

Making it back home on May 1st, my dad brought Tamia to me thevery next day. I was a little apprehensive because for the past two months, she had been spending most of her time with her aunt so I was afraid that she would have detachment issues. I couldn't have been farther from wrong. She's such an easy-spirited person that she just goes wherever the wind blows her which could potentially be her strength and weakness. Anyways, what I did have trouble with was the habits that she had. She was still on a sippy cup which wasn't the real problem, the problem was, she asked for it at night and expected to have milk. She was still not potty trained which I was actually expecting. What I didn't expect however, was the fact that she learned pretty much every curse word from the people that she had been exposed to. I was a little shocked admittedly but I couldn't be too shocked because taking my early childhood classes while I was away really taught m just how influential environment and actions are to the young brain. The very night that my dad brought her to me, we went to the store and her behavior was less than pleasing. She touched EVERYTHING that we passed and verbal discipline and warnings were so foreign to her that she didn't respond to them at all. As we approached the checkout line, Tamia asked for something and I informed her that as a result of her behavior, she wasn't getting it. I'm almost certain that the only thing she got out of it was "NO" and that was enough to set her over the edge. She proceeded to kick me and scream from the front of the basket and when I attempted to restrain her, she pulled down on the collar of my shirt and exposed my bra to anyone who was looking. I was extremely embarrased but what was I to do? There I was with a 2yr old who at the time, saw me every once in a while, had recently been exposed to some bad things, and was reacting to being told no. I restrained her and told her that she wasn't getting anything and I knew from that moment, she would not have the opportunity to embarrass me in the store that way ever again. That night when I got her home, we ate, I bathed her and gave her a cup of milk, and rubbed her back until she fell asleep. Once she was sleeping, I pulled out the big guns, I got on the phone and dialed up my professor who has a master's degree in early childhood education, explained to her the situation, and asked for advice. She advised me of how to handle such behavior and I'm happy to report that our outings have been much more successful and the cursing has almost completely ceased. Now to tackle the sippy cup and potty training problems O_o