Big trouble

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

This morning, Whitney was talkin' up Cookie Cutters and reminding us about all the fun stuff there. Finally, we were SOLD! Aaaaaand then, she thought she'd call ahead. Turns out their entire morning was booked. (Now we have to go tomorrow.)

 

So! Obviously, Whitney was in big trouble, and James and I were mad at her. She suggested that place with the fake grass and tree, but really. It's not like we even have a say in this dictatorship she runs.

 

We got to the mall, and Dummy James instantly forgot why we were mad and started running, climbing, sliding and playing. I, on the other hand, know how to stick to my guns. I hid. I refused to go down the slide. I made my sad lip face and acted like I didn't like any kids there. Whitney was having trouble getting any photos of me...

 

...Until she stuck her phone and face through the rails and yelled, "boo!" (Totally unfair. Please remember, I'm mad.)

 

Anyway, with James and his guard way down, we remembered the WATER FOUNTAIN--you have NO idea how exciting that is--and we took off running to go visit!

 

Ohhhhhh yeah. We're still mad about the whole Cookie Cutters promise! How's THIS for a pose?

 

Some old man gave us pennies to throw in. (James asked if he could have more monies. Smart!) But really, all I was interested in doing was holding hands so we could march around the water fountain circle. (People at the tables around the fountain super-duper enjoyed us marching by them 17 times. ;)

 

Then, holy moly! We ran down another hallway and found a supergiant circle ottoman! Another old man stopped Whitney and told her they had a playground area..., but clearly, we had made our choice.

 

Zippity do! We remembered the toy store! I love the Plasma Car, but Whitney said I couldn't crash into any displays OR leave the store.

 

We found these little tables of safari stuff and Calico Critters (or whatever they're called), but all I cared about was this supercool bench!

 

Oh! One last lesson learned in the toy store! Going sledding on a laminate floor is not actually very fun at all. And Whitney straight-up refused to pull me through the store. (Like I needed a reminder of why I was mad at her. Ugh!)