Maybe it was the late night on Friday. Maybe it's that she'll be two in a few short weeks. Maybe she is possessed of a demon from the darkest bowels of hell. I know not what has caused the latest change in our wee one, but it sure ain't pretty. Today she fought us and screamed and yelled and refused to wear clothes and screamed more and removed her shoes in WalMart and made a dining experience at an already downscale establishment even less appealing with her wails and climbing and attempts to drink honey mustard sauce.