Here it is. You might want to read the first post (if you haven't already) for context.
I considered this once when my daughter was two. We used to go for daily walks and she would wait til we got to our apartment manager's office and scream, "Help!" at the top of her lungs. It was hard explaining that she was playing to the manager.
I considered this once when my daughter was two. We used to go for daily walks and she would wait til we got to our apartment manager's office and scream, "Help!" at the top of her lungs. It was hard explaining that she was playing to the manager.