|Penelope mid-tantrum. With cauldron|
Bedtime is always a precarious time of day. It can go either way, really. It could make you laugh. It could make her cry. You just never know.
She wanted to do it in our room because we had just read her a book on our bed. But we were all headed to her room... so my wife said, "Let's just do it in your room tonight."
|Penelope is still perfecting this trick from "The Exorcist"|
But why? Why do our children do this to us? Why do they flip out - literally - at the flip of a switch? Over nothing at all?
I don't have the answer... but in cases like this, I could really use some divine intervention.