Really, really wet diaper, wet blankets, didn’t want to be changed, didn’t like the McStuffin diaper, had to have the princess one, wanted crackers, wanted chocolate milk, then wanted juice, then wanted the pink wet blanket, wasn’t happy with the placement of the crackers, or the bottle, or the juice cup, had to have the train while I was changing and dressing her, didn’t want to brush her teeth, then she did, wasn’t happy about the hair brushing, REALLY, REALLY didn’t want to get into the car seat, screamed crazily the whole time I was buckling her in, needed the chocolate milk, didn’t want the chocolate milk, not happy how the seat belt was on (after she twisted it so much it was all tight), wasn’t happy about getting out of the car seat, didn’t want to walk into day care, demanded to walk, didn’t want to go into the room, didn’t want to have me leave, waved bye-bye, smiled and ran out to the playground. And that’s how my day began.