I should have called this one Michael's worst day ever. At least that is what he said. Doesn't it look like it? He threw no less than three tantrums while we were there. I don't know what the problem was. He got to go on everything at least twice. I would have let them go on them again if he would have stopped running away from me. The last tantrum was over popcorn. We have been going to National Night Out for a couple of years and they have never charged for anything there. So I didn't bring my wallet. This year they decided to charge for popcorn and I couldn't buy him any. He got so mad he ran off into the parking lot. That was when I called a halt to our night out.
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