Molly just finished an incredible 10 minute screaming fit. I’m not certain how she found the time to breathe — maybe she’s already mastered the circular breathing technique popular with singers and wind-instrument musicians.
Nothing would soothe her: not a changed diaper, not a second changed diaper, not my thumb (to suck on, of course), nothing.
It was almost as if she’d just discovered there was a Republican in the White House.