Well, I've finally got Timmy to stop screaming when he sees the graham cracker box. Now I have to figure out how to stop him from screaming when I open it. He'll be completely content, sipping on his sippy cup in the kitchen, and to re-inforce the positive behavior, I think I'm going to give him a graham cracker. Unfortunately, as soon as he hears the box open and the crinkle of the plastic inside, he starts throwing a fit.
We went to the dealership yesterday and arranged to have the truck towed. They'll look at it and give us a call, probably today. I'm crossing my fingers that it's something simple and stupid like an air filter or valve somewhere, but I know it's probably the fuel pump.
Today, one of Mommy's co-workers gets promoted and is having a get-together after work. This means Mommy will be driving home during lunch to pick us up and we'll have the car this afternoon. Too bad there isn't anything we need the car for...
We went to the dealership yesterday and arranged to have the truck towed. They'll look at it and give us a call, probably today. I'm crossing my fingers that it's something simple and stupid like an air filter or valve somewhere, but I know it's probably the fuel pump.
Today, one of Mommy's co-workers gets promoted and is having a get-together after work. This means Mommy will be driving home during lunch to pick us up and we'll have the car this afternoon. Too bad there isn't anything we need the car for...
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