Temper, Temper

ooohhh is Mommy ever in trouble. I figured you were going to have a temper. I've seen glimpses of it here and there. Today I had a front row seat to the main feature. I hear a blood curdling scream coming from you. I look to see what you're doing and you are trying to get your bubble popper thing (the thing that drives mommy absolutely nuts) out of the toy cubby. It's caught on your little bike. There you stood screaming and screaming and yelling some type of gibberish baby talk at the top of your lungs (okay, not the TOP, but loudly nonetheless) And bad mommy I am, I stood there trying not to laugh because honestly it WAS funny and I wish Daddy was here to witness it too. In fact, I wish everyone who knows you could have witnessed it because it really was comical. So you figured out how to get it; along with every other darn thing in there. I hope you don't trip over the hockey sticks again!