My day started out great. I took Grace to the zoo. She was fascinated with the meerkats, roared at the lions, laughed for a good five minutes at the squirrel monkeys, and booed like a cow. (Not a typo. In Grace's world, cows boo.)
We came home and had lunch. Let's rephrase that. I tried to feed Grace lunch, but my happy girl was turning into a crankapotamus. I tried for a nap.
The screams and cries were endless.
Took her back downstairs. Cranky. I needed a nap.
Matt took her. I napped. Still cranky. Daddy tried a nap. No go yet again.
No nap = crankapotamus