Last night Charlotte had one of the biggest tantrums of her life.
Her new hand-me-down fleece pajama pants weren’t cozy enough, and to top it off, they were ugly and she hated them.
She screamed inconsolably for longer than I can ever remember her screaming. Pants were the trouble.
When it was over, she reminisced about her hysterics and started making fun of her own tantrum.
I thought that was pretty great. I also thought how funny it would be if we all threw a fit when our pants weren’t cozy enough.