At the Astor Crowne Plaza in New Orleans, Berry proved that even busy lobbies are fair game when you're two and you need to make a point. Cold marble floor? No worries – the message is the same.
Yes, that's her... the crumpled bit of pink at the bottom of the photo above.
And here's a close-up – you know, in case there's any doubt that she really meant it.
I almost wish we could say Berry was the worst-behaved child in the hotel that weekend, but sadly – no. We (and Kirk and Pauline) were deeply unlucky to be given rooms in the same wing as a completely appalling University of Alabama fraternity in town for a social... so at 2am the halls were filled with scrawny shirtless 18-year-olds running around with buckets of ice, drunkenly bellowing at locked doors and fighting; girls carrying their shoes and crying; and exasperated security guards trying to herd them all away.
At 3am we were treated to some kid, completely smashed, pounding on the door next to ours: "Evaaaaaan! Evan open the f------ door! Evan you m------------! Evaaaaaaan! Open! [BANG] The! [BANG] Door! [BANG] Evan you d-------, this is the lowest thing you've ever [BANG] done! Evaaaaaaaaaan!"
And as I dialled security again, I couldn't help thinking: at least when Berry threw a tantrum, she was acting her age.
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