The wrath of Jane

She was supposed to stay in her bed.  When I asked her what to do she said, "no sceeming, no fussin, no yewwing."  That's, screaming fussing and yelling.

And then 2 minutes later she's fussing about Michael hitting her.

After many returns to the room she first stripped her bed so she could jump on it.  Than she emptied the shoe basket.  Then she cleared all the stuff off the dresser to the floor.  And finally, just for kicks, I'm sure, she pulled the blue bins out of the cabinet.  Thankfully we hadn't filled them all, yet.

Then she dumped the magazine rack in the living room.

In less than 2 minutes of nursing at 4:30, she's out.