Aaand so...
Now that you're not in your carrier car-seat and get to sit in the front of the cart, why not throw your first fit in a store. :0) You yelled at me through three aisles of people stocking from palettes (so it was hard to get through and took even longer) because I wouldn't let you chew on a bag with raw chicken in it. What a rotten mom.
Love you anyway Bruce.
Mom
