Dear silly, pitiful J,
You put up quite the fight tonight. It started when L put your sippy cup in the sink. You freaked. And have fought us since. Next it was ice. Then it was pizza. And so on. For a brief period, you calmed down. Only because you really wanted to eat your pizza. But then, in the most pitiful voice you could muster, you started begging for ice again. Dada looked at me and said you might break his heart. It was oh so pathetic. In a cute way. But then you started the tantrum up again. And the adorable yet devastating moment was over.
Love,
Mommy
