I get highly offended when I don't get my way and Mommy has a hard time not laughing at my mad face. I stomp my foot when I don't want to do what I'm told.
I am big now...I can wash my hair all by myself...well...I think I can anyway. I have a very nice bed with a lovely Elsa blanket and doll and light up picture, but I think the floor where I can see Mommy and Daddy is a much better place to go to sleep.
Every. Single. Night. Mommy always tells me I'm something special, but I'm just me.