February 2010, 25 months old
Alice was annoyed with me for something. I forget what, but she wanted to do something she shouldn’t, and I told her as much.
She declared, “Alice mad” and sat down, then laid back calmly, all the while saying “Alice mad.”
I picked her up and she said, calmly, “Alice throw a fit.”
I don’t think she gets that fits aren’t like filibusters: simply declaring that you are throwing one does not make it fact.
But it was really even funnier than that. She was declaring that she WAS throwing a fit. In other words, “This is my fit. I am mad. See, I am throwing a fit right now.”
Little did I know then, she was saving the real fits for when she was a bit older…