About 4.2 seconds into our shopping trip, Catherine started melting down. I managed to distract her for several minutes, but eventually, she broke down.
She just couldn't take it anymore. Frankly, neither could I. Right there in the pillow aisle, she just let it all out. Our cart was full, and there was really no turning back. I couldn't leave, and I definitely wasn't coming back another day to finish the job.
So I did what any loving and compassionate mom would do.
I took her picture.
Then I told her I was putting it on the Internet. And sending it to Daddy at work.
Did the tears stop? Not really.
Did she calm down? Hardly.
Did Grace and I get a little chuckle out of it? Maybe.
I promised her that later I would take a happy picture, too. And I did.
Before bedtime, she told her daddy all about what happened and I actually think it made an impression on her. She was sorry for throwing a fit in the store, and she said she liked the happy picture a lot better.
(And yes, if you are thinking this picture looks familiar, there is a reason. You've seen this face before!)