Grumpy kid

Wordle 785 3/6

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Yesterday we had the usual Saturday brunch. Around 10:30 the kid and I left the house to go to the book festival, leaving T. behind of course. We met a friend of the kid's there and they enjoyed doing the state stamp stuff together before her friend and her friend's dad had to go. 

The kid was grumpy all day. Stayed up too late the night before, maybe, or just generally woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She denied it when I asked, and sometimes it could have been related to circumstances like waiting for her friend or having to say goodbye to her too early, but there was definitely more to it than that. 

Then again, the circumstances weren't great. Getting lunch was a pain. Probably should have planned better than the food court. We missed getting a signature from the author the kid was interested in. And she got beaded necklaces from Louisiana's table, and over the course of the day they got so twisted that she nearly got strangled waiting for the bus. Not literally, but it was uncomfortable. 

The easiest thing to do for dinner was her favorite, tortellini and cucumber salad, so that's what I did. 

Right before bed we played Exploding Kittens. It went even worse than most games; she threw a fit when she got down to three of the same card in her hand, even though they were very good cards ("Defuse", the only thing that can save you from an exploding kitten. Yes, it's a weird game.) 

Bedtime itself was unremarkable. Afterwards she was reading to herself a bit, but she got frustrated by something, and ripped the book. Ugh. I'll have to tape it today.

The neighbors were so loud that I tried knocking on their door. No answer, of course. I should have shone a light in there instead. Fortunately we all got to sleep.