Sincere Thanks

For throwing a massive fit at Target today. I'm talking laying on the floor kicking and screaming while sympathetic moms passed by offering knowing smiles. I'm having trouble pinpointing my favorite aspect of this fit. Was it when you banged your head on the display shelf? Or perhaps when you threw your Teddy Grahams all over the floor?

We hightailed it out of the store and home to put you straight to bed. Now you're throwing a fit in your crib because you don't want to nap.

Did I mention that it's not even 11 a.m. yet?