So it has been raining for past few days, and today was the first nice sunny day we've had in a while.
Silly us, we thought it would do Mr. Personality some good to go to the zoo and run around with his fellow wild animals.
Suddenly, he has been hit by the most horrible of viruses, "Antisocial." There happens to be a playground at this particular zoo, and he would only play on it if no one else was there. He begged us to come on the equipment with him, but we said that there were too many children and he needed to play with them anyway rather than boring old us. Commence screaming fit to wake the sleeping iguana behind glass 100 yards away.
Finally, after much shushing and more screaming, we told him it was time to wash his hands and leave. Commence screaming and "I will become dead weight so that as you are holding my hand, I will simply arc down to the ground and make you look like bad, uncaring parents."
Then it was time to leave, and by this time, he was on a really good roll.
Hubba-hubba picked him up and carried him, sack of potato-like, out the gates.
"Awwwwwwww, poor thing," cooed two ladies behind us.
Note to people who do not have to carry your screeching children to the car, NEVER LET THEM THINK THEY HAVE AN AUDIENCE.
Thus, it turned into a piece of performance art, replete with flailing limbs, snot running out of the nose, and crimson face.
Then, once strapped into the car, had the audacity to ask me for fruit gummies.
You're cute, but not on your life, buddy.