It is Wednesday and mom thinks every week should be a 3 day week. She took yesterday off for her birthday and planned to spend the day relaxing and shopping. I had other ideas for her. Ms. Wanda, my teacher, called mom at 11 in the morning and told mom I wasn't feeling well and I needed to go home. I was so happy to spend the day with mom that I felt great as soon as she picked me up. Mom was a good sport though. When Dad got home, we all headed out for dinner. We made it through that barely- I wasn't the best company. I am two you know.
I have hit another rough patch behaviour wise. I did it because she was again talking about what a great, level-headed 2 year old I am. I can't let that kind of talk ruin my street cred at day care, so I nipped in the bud. My new nickname is Pterodactyl because I don't just say "NO!", I screech it at about 5000 decibels, sounding a lot like dinosaur. I find it rather amusing. Mom, not so much. Dad is out of town this weekend, so we'll see how much patience mom has by Sunday night.
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