THE tantrum to rule all tantrums finally happened this weekend.
Yes, I know, I have been talking about the wee woman entering the delightful stage of development fondly known as The Terrible Twos for some time now, but never before has she become quite so determined to show who exactly is boss.
Luckily for him, the hubby happened to be there just in time to witness the phenomenon - or else I fear he might have thought I was imagining it all - and shared in the experience.
After confidently stating that she wanted Weetabix and DEFINITELY NOT Rice Krispies for her breakfast, the wee woman waited until everything was lovingly prepared before announcing, at the top of her voice, that she now wanted Rice Krispies instead.
When she learnt that, no, her mother was not for budging on this one, she promptly threw herself down on the kitchen floor and began to bang her fists and feet off the tiles. Thankfully, she really only half-heartedly banged her little body parts off the floor, but the gesture was enough to make her point.
The hubby and I could only stare in amazement at this very funny sight on the kitchen floor and wonder how, in the space of a day, she suddenly knew how to throw the textbook tantrum.
Funnily enough - although I'm not pointing fingers here, so don't panic - but the new-look hissy-fit just happened to come the day after she had been to visit her two little cousins of approximately the same age. Maybe the three girls put their heads together and hatched a toddler plot to shake things up a little at home.
Apart from that, though, the wee woman is just the best craic at the moment. She can now hold a 'conversation' with us at the end of the day, happily informing us about everything she got up to with her doting Granny (including the type and frequency of treats, so beware, Granny, our spy is working very well!). I suppose it'll only be a matter of time before she's slamming doors in our faces and telling us: "That is SO unfair!" Can't wait!