Autopilot

Last Thursday, Erica and I were grocery shopping at the Pig - just the two of us. She was 'driving' the truck cart. I did something that she didn't like, and she wanted to show me who was the boss. So, she crosses her arms and says, "Fine, I'm not going to drive anymore." Lucky for me, those carts are equipped with Autopilot.

On a related note, this girl of ours is such a mix of sugar and spice. Most of the time, she is sweet, affectionate and full of smiles. But, she also has a streak of moody teenager in her tiny two-year-old body. When she's upset, she goes to her room and closes the door. A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E.