Picture this - walking down Piedmont Avenue, me carrying screaming Hana, who has fistfuls of my hair and is clawing my face and trying to bite me, and I'm screaming back "Ow, Hana STOP IT!!!!" and trying to pull her hands out of my hair while carrying my purse and her new bicycle helmet. (I'm only carrying her because just seconds earlier she refused to hold me hand and bolted into the street.) All the other families with nice calm children are staring at us like we are lunatics.
We did make it back to the car, barely. We got home, she dashed out of the car, and fell and skinned both her knees. HOWLED bloody murder. We went upstairs, I gave her some milk, and she went straight to bed. Haven't heard a peep.
Lesson learned: No matter what, Hana MUST have a nap.
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