Dancing with Auntie Jay.You have been a handful lately. You are happy to walk the half mile or so to Madison Square park, but when we want to leave, you don't want to walk and you don't want to get into your stroller, so we have to sort of latch you in to your stroller (because you are too heavy to carry that distance.)
Your response is to cry.
Loudly.
Which means that we trundle you down the street, and you are crying/sobbing/alligator-tearing the entire time, so people are pulling out their mobile phones to call Child Services on us.
You were alone with your mother today, and thing seem to have gone better with her solo.
Dear Child Services: we love our child, but we will not carry 25lbs (11kg) across Manhattan.
Posted, and I have repented, by Pops