Kate woke up, I could hear her shifting in bed. Then I hear sobbing. I go in to get her and she’s sitting on her bed, one sock off and the other half-off. She’s sobbing hysterically about “sock on.” I go to pull it on, she yanks her feet out of my hands and sobs. Okay, I pull the sock off. She howls and pitches a fit. It continues like this for some time even though I crouch next to her and try to discern what she wants. “Socks off?” “No!” “Socks on?” “No!” She’s inconsolable. But every time I try to leave the socks behind she lunges for them. I am utterly perplexed.
Finally amongst the gibberish I hear something that sounds like “Kate socks on.” Hmmm. I wonder if this is one of those times she wants to do it herself. I ask her and that at the least doesn’t cause more howling, so I could be on to something. I hand her a sock and encourage her to put it on. She can’t of course, and that causes some sobs but I gently help her get it on. The next sock follows.
Tears dry up and she jumps to her feet, excited and proud! Whew! Tantrum weathered! She asks for yogurt and I gladly go get her some. I put the bowl down on her table. She takes one look at it and shrieks, “Kate pour it, oh no!!!” and melts to the floor for round two.