We've been talking up Disneyworld to Avery lately. Both to get her excited for the trip next month and also to have some sort of leverage to try and stop the increasingly frequent and annoying whining tantrums. (Ugh. Why? If I wasn't already a drinker...this would make me become one.)
Last night was one for the record books. I don't even remember what started it, but she went into full meltdown mode. Tim and I retreated to the family room and let her work through her meltdown upstairs. When she realized that she did not have our attention, she pulled out all stops -- this is what we heard:
"DO. NOT. GO. SEE. MICKEY. MOUSE. MOMMY. AND. DADDY."
Apparently, our punishment for causing her so much unhappiness was that she would not go on a Disney trip that was planned specifically for her.
Are we bad parents for stifling our laughs with the couch pillows?
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