Saved the day!!! Right off the couch arm. 5,000 times.
Made a painting right on the table in yellow, orange, and clear-sparkly nail polish.
Re-cut her own hair.
Walked barefoot through the parking lot at Target. It was 38 degrees out.
Ate an apple before I paid for it. And after dropping it on the ground.
Threw a full-on kick-and-scream tantrum in the store, complete with "PUT ME DOWN!!!!" and "I DON'T WAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAAAA." When I did put her down she RAN LIKE FUCKING MAD down the main aisle, which apparently meant Boyness had to follow yelling NOOOOOO at the top of his lungs, me racing along a distant third yelling "[BOYNESS], [TODDLERNESS], STOP!" We sure did give the other patrons a tableau to laugh, cry, tsk, or call CPS over.
Isn't THREE grand?!