Yesterday Hadley came home and requested string-cheese for a snack. Being a good servant - oh I mean mother - I fetched her one, opened it, and handed it to her - an absolute fit ensued.
Why??? Why would she throw a fit after I had given her what she had asked for? Because, dear readers, I had dared to open the package.
She refused to eat it and wanted another one. Wasn't happening.
She threw a tantrum, and I threw her in her room.
About ten minutes later this note was thrown down the stairwell:
Nice. I'm getting hate mail from my 6 year old.