Don't Make Me Angry. You Won't Like Me When I'm Angry.

Dear Laney,

It's your dad's birthday this weekend, so we went into town today to pick up some groceries for his special dinner. After hitting Costco and Safeway (where something in the frozen food section sparked your fancy and you started SHRIEKING), we met Dad for lunch at the Cracker Barrel.

Your dad and I had the fried fish, and then tried to feed you pureed apricots. No way around it, this made you MAD. I let you hold a french fry, but that made you EVEN MORE ANGRY. It was like that moment when Bruce Banner decides he can't take it any more and morphs into the Incredible Hulk....because at that exact moment, you finally realized YOU DON'T HAVE TEETH.

AARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGG!!

After all the shopping and eating and toothless injustice, you deserved a nap.

Love,

Mom