Need a New Plan

So, I threw my first toy-related fit today.

Daddy picked me up from the floor (which was fine) while I was playing with my frog that says "ribbit" when you poke him in the tummy. Good times.

Anyway, I held on to it when he picked me up, but when Daddy stood up he took the frog away from me, despite the fact that I was clearly playing with it, and put it back on the floor.

I was flabbergasted. Why would he do that? So I figured to do the only thing I could do. I cried. Hard.

I assumed Daddy was such a softy that he would bend down and get my frog for me.

Not so much.

In fact, he just took me into my crib and put me down for a nap. I gotta get a new plan, cuz that one didn't work out at all.