And I let my parents have it (for the whole 4 days we were there):
* I did not sleep enough and therefore was crankier than usual
* I protested forcefully whenever my parents wanted me to go in my stroller (nothing new there you might say)
* My whining and screaming reached new heights in volume and length (I of course reserved my best performances for restaurants and bookstores)
Fortunately, my parents figured out that the Zoo was a safe place for tantrums, and that in the zoo I could actually turn out to be manageable and even come across as cute:


My trick to keep my parents from going nuts? Give strategic hugs:





