*You can make it up to me by feeding me cake.
2. Dramatic Flair (mom calls it crying) is when I get to the tipping point of lack of understanding. Typical circumstances for dramatic flair are when I’m asking for the 498745th cracker, wanting the other sippy cup (color matters) or when I sense you are going to put me into the baby jail all by myself in the office of doom. Mom tries, she really does, but when she tries all the solutions and I still feel unheard, she puts me into the toddler crate. After more dramatic flair of frustration, unconsciousness will happen.
Thanks again, Gaga and Papa. I appreciate how you feed me and make me the center of attention. Maybe you can teach mama and dada to love me.