It is still, hours later, amazing to me that Julia would be the child that would cause this to happen. In a weird way, her screaming at the top of her lungs that she "needs to drive" while
Still, I was royally pissed that I drove all the way to BJ's in Plymouth to pick up and spend a donated gift card for Mardi Gras purchases, and had to leave before I even had the chance to buy one thing.
It all started when she saw one of those carriages that has the car in front of it. Like every other kid in the world she loves these things. Only problem? The one she saw was in use and there weren't any others. She started off saying nice and quietly, "I need to drive," and even a few times with a "please" thrown in at the end. I explained that there were no more and her quiet manner went from "I need to drive to "I NEED TO DRIIIIIIIIIIIIVE." Crying and screaming ensued and it became apparent that there was just no way I was going to settle her so, I just left.
A trip to BJ's will be in order tomorrow morning I guess, before Mardi Gras starts.