There are two stuffed bunnies. She wants me to hand her one. There is no right answer, but still I choose wrong.
Suddenly she is screaming at me, hysterical, crazed, completely oblivious to everything around her, overly emotional to the point of utter ridiculousness.
And then I get it.
"This," I say to my husband, pointing at our still tantruming daughter, "this is how men see women, isn't it?"