When Gregory goes in time-out, he calms down fast, wanting to get over with it so he can go play again. Not Charla.
She screamed for a solid 45 minutes this evening. I went to find Leora to settle her in for dinner. This is where I found her. She was pleasantly sitting next to Charla, who was screaming on the top of her lungs. She looked like a tiny little support group. I think it may have been aggravating Charla more than anything. Me taking pictures certainly didn't help her mood either.
I just noticed in the picture that someone colored that door to the garage. Where's the Magic Eraser..?