The park itself was fun. She didn't even throw a fit when we had to leave. It was when we got home that she sang her national anthem, "Carry You" and stood on the sidewalk IN FRONT of our neighbors' house screaming her bright red lungs out. I didn't give in. I knew that if someone called CPS that whomever they sent out would go, "Nuh uh, honey. You got two feet. You can walk," which was what I precisely told her. She finally hustled in the house when I opened the front door and walked in out of her view. I could see her through the blinds, bawling and running up the driveway, her face shimmering with snot and tears. Needless to say, it was early naptime today.No worries, my love.
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