Yesterday O and I hit up the local Target and the entire time we were there she was an absolute angel. You know, when your child is so well-behaved and utterly charming that strangers stop and tell you how adorable she is. Yep, that was my child.
Until we got home.
Apparently, once her adoring public is no longer watching she transforms from a little angel into a little devil. As soon as we got home she refused to get out of the car, she refused to walk up the stairs, she refused to take off her shoes, and she proceeded to throw the world's largest tantrum.
If only the people at Target knew...