Apparently a restaurant supply, furniture shop, and kids clothing shop are no place to take a crabby/tantruming two year old.
Because as bad as it was for him — it was WAY worse for me!
And WAY WORSER (I know that isn’t a word) for my mom who could have had a nice day to herself.
Naughty doesn’t even describe it.
He was HORRIFIC!
Proof:
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The drenched left shoe that was all the way in the fountain.
The right shoe was following, but some people kept laughing and saying “he’s going in”, and tipped me off.
HORRIFIC!