Sam and I have been having some tantrums together the past few days.  She likes to make up her own mind for everything, which is normally fine.  Sometimes I don't have time for her to change her mind five times and therein lies the problem.  Luckily she comes out with some pretty funny stuff sometimes or the yelling would get to be a bit much.  She told me today, "I am pretending to be a good girl!"  "I am not a girl, I am a fish!" 
 
Any money found around the house is Daddy's money.  I found a dime on the ground today and she put it in her pocket "for Daddy."  We stopped by to say hello to Becky and Cole, "I will be very careful with the rake around Cole."  When we got there, she gave the dime to Becky instead. 
 
She loves her Daddy.  Lately when she gets into her screaming fits, a few minutes with Daddy turns her into a giggling, happy little girl again.  Daddy knows how to make his girl do the right thing and be happy at the same time.  My hero!