She identified it and then went into a melt down because we wouldn't let her get out of the booth to ride it. We looked like such horrible parents, not being able to control our kid and worse off, we were taking pictures of her melt down.
This blog is a story of two parents, both special educaton teachers, trying to raise a first grader and a precocious preschooler. We love to travel, cook, tend to our "backyard farm", and spend time with each other.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
A Carousal Horse
Paul and I decided to go out to dinner with Izzy after work one night. As we were sitting there, Isabella noticed a carousal horse as a partition.

She identified it and then went into a melt down because we wouldn't let her get out of the booth to ride it. We looked like such horrible parents, not being able to control our kid and worse off, we were taking pictures of her melt down.

She identified it and then went into a melt down because we wouldn't let her get out of the booth to ride it. We looked like such horrible parents, not being able to control our kid and worse off, we were taking pictures of her melt down.
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