My daughter throws Oscar-winning hissy fits. It's a new thing, actually. Not sure where it came from, but rarely a day goes by without my sweet, beautiful daughter throwing herself on the floor and moaning "MAMA!" at the top of her lungs.
The other day, I was feeding Carson's new-found addiction to popsicles. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and my husband was doing some projects outside (see previous post), so I decided to let Carson have a popsicle, and I grabbed one for myself. I gave Carson hers, and as I started to unwrap mine, her other little hand reaches towards my popsicle and she starts her usual "Uh! Uh! Uh!" which is baby-code for "GIVE ME THAT."
In my sweet, soft, patient voice I responded, "You've got your own popsicle, Carson. See?" (as I point to her freshly unwrapped frozen treat).
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
At little more sternly, "No ma'am Carson, here is yours."
(Carson's face is starting to get red) "UH! UH! UH!"
"Carson, NO!"
Knees hit the floor, arms flair out and hit the ground as if she's praying to Buddha. Full on tears and desperate moans of "MAMA! MAMA!" Wide open mouth and droopy eyes. One of the most dramatic performances I've ever seen.
Now, the test of true parenting is whether you give in and give the other popsicle, or ignore the come-apart. Luckily, sarcasm is a second language to me, and I have a heart of stone, so what do I do? Try not to laugh hysterically as I leave the room. Mama -1 Carson-0. Yet, I've got to keep my game face on, for I know that was only one battle in the ongoing war.
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I was beginning to think that my child had serious issues seeing as Kennedy never did this fit throwing thing until much later. So, I'm glad you shared! Kate is a terrible fit thrower, and is quite possible going to knock herself unconcious one day!
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