It's a Rojas Life: Tantrum or Tactic

I was never good at sports. I was down right awful. My own father, who was the coach, benched me for most of the game even. Despite this fact, I would make a damn good running back. I say this because my toddler throws some wicked tantrums and I am amazing at picking her up like she is a football, in public, and finding the nearest exit, which in this scenario would be the goal.

"What are you talking about Mom? I am a Angel! You on the other hand need to take down these St. Patrick's Day decorations."

We have started our terrible twos already. The throwing your head back, stiff as board, limbs flailing everywhere behavior, has begun. Embarrassing, sometimes yes. But at times I can use this to my advantage. How you create a positive moment from this you ask? Easy, upgrade your cell phone. I have never been helped so fast in my life. No trying to sell me a more expensive phone, upgrade my plan, or accessories. Autumn did behave at this moment, but man this guy was scared of her. She was like the ticking time bomb at the Best Buy. She would make some noise and he would be all "sorry I will get you out of here as quick as I can". While in my head, I laughed because this is nothing to me. Now if only Autumn could help me get seen faster at the DMV or something, that would be nice.