Yesterday morning, after wheedling and bribery failed to procure her another cinnamon waffle, Babs stamped her foot and exclaimed,

“You have to listen to me mom, today is my cranky day!”

Are you kidding me? I had no idea that was even a rule. If I wake up and put a sign around my neck that reads “I’m cranky” do I get stuff? Will someone bake me a cranky cake or something? Or maybe the mailman will deliver the mail to my doorstep, along with a bunch of yellow daisies. Then I can flip my sign over to say, “Better, thanks!” with a little smiley face. I think it just might work…