Forgive my pessimistic title...Charlotte had her first public tantrum today at the strawberry farm. We had to remove ourselves and go home. The fit continued on the way home and in the Bi-Lo grocery store when I had to pick up frosting. She can smell the twos coming....and it ain't pretty! If you walk into our living room you'll see we've already bulked up on how-to books for the two year old child. They all have different theories and protocols, but we've finally found a punishment procedure that'll (hopefully) work for us all.
Anyway, back to strawberries...enjoy the photo essay!
Sitting on a John Deere Tractor!
This is how the tantrum began...Charlotte became obsessed with biting each strawberry we picked, just one bite, then throwing it on the ground or in the pint. She refused to stop and became very strong-willed and possessive over having her own pint of half-eaten strawberries.
Strawberry painted on Lottie's cheek
Pretty Peacock and Cheeky Chickens
And here ends the field trip...crying and fighting being buckled in the van, clutching tight her new plastic horse and cow souvenirs.
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