I made mommy and daddy crack up with my bipolar moment.
We were sitting in my room and daddy asked if I wanted to take my sticker book and go get pizza for dinner. I yelled “yes” and ran like a crazy man for the garage door (screaming yea along the way and jumping up and down.)
We get to the restauant and order and I say “I don’t like pizza! I want pasta!”
Woe are my ‘rents. 🙂