I promised Chloe we’d go for a car ride this morning.
Long story short, the garage door was locked and prohibited us from going anyway in the car. She was not impressed with the change of plans.
After playing outside for a bit to distract her, once we went inside she remembered the car ride that was denied her. Immediate big angry tears started falling, she slapped her hand on the table and wailed, “1-2.”
Her stern look and disciplinary actions made it very clear that she was trying to give me one last chance to take her for a car ride before she would send me for a time out.