Grocery shopping excursion this morning = FAIL.

I knew it.
I give up on trying to time it perfectly to his good moods. From now on, WE ARE GOING OUT AND HE IS GOING TO LIKE IT.
Or scream the whole time, I really don't care anymore. Go ahead and attract the stares of strangers. Go ahead, scream like your being brutally tortured, get child protection services called on me because surely I must be such an unfit mother to just let you scream like that all the time.
I. DON'T. CARE.

Angus, you'd better get used to being out in the world because it's not going away!