This very much could have been my husband about a decade ago. The last tantrum my middle child ever threw, with lots of screaming and running and destroying things like a fucking tornado in the middle of a Target. Spouse carried them kicking and screaming out to the car while I finished checking out and by the time I got there they were buckled in their car seat, completely calm and composed, like a switch flipped. (As far as I know) it wasn’t any sort of punishment or shining moment of parenting, the kid just decided, I’m done now.

And they haven’t thrown a fit since.

Sloths grow algae in their fur. Definitely slimy.

A sloth!

My kids say “tomorrow after that day” instead of the day after tomorrow; my oldest came up with it as a toddler and it just stuck.

Mona and Nachos… Can confirm.