You know. . . kicking, screeching, banging fists, growling, writhing, spewing pea soup (oh, wait, that's demonic possession, but some tantrums do leave me wondering whether an exorcism is in order).
Yes, we had a complete meltdown in our family today. I won't mention the name of this child - I will just call her "Daughter X". And when I say meltdown, I mean a tantrum of cataclysmic proportions, which left Daughter X a shuddering, sobbing mess and left her whimpering for a good half-hour after the torrent of tears had subsided.
I will give you some time to guess what caused this horrendous outburst. So just keep guessing while you scroll on down. . . .
(I love doing this. . . .)
(Making you wait. . . . )
(Have you guessed yet?)
OK, here it is: Daughter had a thermonuclear meltdown because:
WE DIDN'T GET FLU SHOTS TODAY.
Is my daughter mentally ill? (Sometimes I do wonder.) No, I had promised the kids we would get Frosties from Wendy's after we got flu shots. You know, a little bribery to help them put on a brave face. It totally backfired. See if I ever try to bribe my children again.