This morning, Julia had a colossal meltdown that, had it been taped and put up on YouTube, would be an excellent argument for abstinence.
The whole ridiculous mess started when I told her that her breakfast included a surprise. She got very excited, literally rubbing her hands together, and then crashed to earth on discovering that the “surprise” was that I had used a cookie cutter to make her toast into the shape of a ghost. Just as Shannon had predicted a few minutes earlier, Julia reacted not by asking for a different piece of toast, but by going ape – screaming, crying, shouting angrily at me, even, finally, throwing her favorite toy across the room, which merited a time out. I felt surprisingly insulted by her screams that “I don’t like this piece of toast!” but on the other hand, I couldn’t resist laughing out loud when she shrieked, “This wasn’t a surprise, it was just a piece of toast!”
(For what it’s worth, Vivi giggled when she found she had her own “ghost toast,” and made hers disappear very quickly.)