Hi, I'm THAT KID. You know, the one who's whining in the grocery cart and reaching for something, anything that I can toss on the floor. Or throw with all my might, just to see if it bounces.
I'm that kid, the one who threw a massive fit in the restaurant last night instead of eating dinner. By the way, lady at the next table, my Mommy was just kidding--she didn't take me outside to beat me. She just felt sorry for the people listening to me scream, including our table. I showed her, though, don't worry--I screamed for the next 30 minutes in the car, too. That'll teach her to try to quiet me down.
It's tough being that kid, but I'm working on it. It keeps Mommy on her toes.
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