A Correction Fit

This is Caleb, my youngest. He is getting ready to turn 4 on Tuesday. Oh, how time flies. I just wanted to tell you the funniest story.

A couple weeks ago, after a napless day, Caleb proceeded to get down in the floor and have a tantrum when I asked him to pick up the 58 cars on the living room floor before he could play on the computer. It was quite interresting, especially since Caleb is not really the tantrum throwing kind. If anything, he will just tell you how it is and try to negotiate. However, this time he was in the floor, kicking, screaming, and crying. I just stopped, looked at him, and said "What are you doing"? The tears disappeared, and as calm as he could, he replied, "I am having a fit." I said that it looked like a coniption to me. Then he proceeded with his fit.

The next week, he wanted to help me cook something that he would have absolutely spilled everywhere. I tried to bargain with him to have him help me make desert. He was not in the negotiating mood. He let me know real quick that if he did not get to help he was going to have a "correction" right now.

I nearly laughed myself silly. So now at the Jefferson house, if things don't go our way, we all just have a "correction" fit.