If you’re gonna pitch a fit, make sure it’s important.

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.