Fevers give him a strong case of Rage, apparently. Kind of like rabies for babies.
Hey, that rhymes.
And that was the day. Except for this morning when he woke up without a fever and was all happy and shit. So I assumed he was better and happy and thus he tricked me into going to the store to get birthday presents for some friends (and his long lost lady love). I had decided that it was a bad idea when he started screaming at me and all the passing cars on the drive there. But we were halfway there and committed. This was going to be ugly, I figured.
And wouldn't you know it, the moment I threw the door open in the parking lot, there was Cam, with a shit eating grin on his face, excited to get out and go shopping. And there he sat in the shopping cart for 45 minutes, waving and exclaiming "Hiiiiiieeeeee!!! Hiiiii baaaby!" (everyone is a baby) to every man woman and child that passed by.
And then, I plopped him back in the car, gave him a Lunchable (which he actually said "Thank you" for), and he ate and drank and was merry UNTIL the drink was empty and he ate all the Lunchable. Then it was screaming until the moment we got home and the sippy cup was refilled.
High highs and low lows. Oh the tragic stressful life of a 20 month old.
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| Cam waving to some random person. Oh and that hand sanitizer bottle was the "essential item of the day" that he carried around and went to bed with. |
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