As we pulled into the mini mall this afternoon, there came a little voice from the back of the car.
We've made a few extra trips to the wine store this week, hence the assumption.
The reason for the extra wine trips?
1. The toddler screeching: Imagine, if you will, a scene from a horror movie. I'm thinking Scream or something with equal amounts of annoying screaming people.
The main character is about to be murdered in the most horrific way imaginable. She lets rip a gut-wrenching, blood-curdling scream. The type of scream you have to turn away from because it's that gruesome.
This is the sound my toddler has recently adopted to let me know when he is NOT HAPPY.
Like, for instance:
He's not happy I won't let him bash the wall with his dump truck a hundred times.
He's not happy his diaper needs to be changed.
He's not happy it's time to get out of the car and not spend the next thirty minutes sitting in the driver's seat pressing all the buttons on the dashboard.
He's not happy his Dad has to leave for work in the morning.
He's not happy I want to use my own fork instead of letting him use it, even though he already has one.
He's not happy his brother is holding one of his (four thousand) trucks/cars.
He's not happy people are visiting our house.
He's not happy we're visiting someone else's house.
He's not happy the world is not spinning in the direction he wants it to.
2. The baby is teething: Enough said?
"Yes sweetie, Mummy and Daddy need wine."