This weekend Lincoln threw a fit in Costco because he didn't want to rid in the cart. It was a shreiking flailing type of fit - not a throw yourself on the ground fit. (The type isn't really relevant, just extra details.)
I laughed and laughed while Doug held him/restarined him/kept him from running off. Not exactly the best response, but it was so funny to me that he had reached this phase. I'm certain that if it were just the two of us and we were in public I would've had a very different response.
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