Peanut Butter seems to have this uncanny sense of direction. After dinner we got ready to go watch The Boy play baseball. I told her where we were going, but failed to tell her that we had to stop at the library first to drop off some stuff. As soon as we turned the "wrong" way she started screaming and threw her nuk, cup, and sunglasses out of the stroller. I picked them up and kept going, but she was still upset. After dropping said things in the drop slot we headed the direction of the field, but instead of going up a block to the street we usually take I kept going straight in the direction of the grocery store. Again, she starts screaming and throws her shoes out. I stopped and pick them up and explained that we were indeed going to the "ball" fields and that she needed to chill. She shook her head yes and we were on our way. As soon as she saw the fields she got all excited. I made sure we took out usual way home. She somehow remembers where everything is, it is crazy sometimes.
I wish I would have had my camera tonight. PB and J were sitting in the scorebox eating popcorn together, it was something. I said to myself that would've been the perfect photo. But in my harried state after spending 20 min to get out the door I forgot it.