Double fact: I want her to be terrible for Daddy while Mama's at the dentist tomorrow. He needs to experience it (all you women, nod your heads with me).
Triple fact: I'm sure she'll be a saint.
Quadruple fact: I'm a rotten human being (sometimes).
Peace out.
But first, enjoy this pic of my child, who screamed for an hour in her crib, then promptly passed out when I put her in the car (whilst holding her balloon, thankyouverymuch):
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