Last week, my family rented a couple of cabins at one of our local state parks and enjoyed a nice little retreat.
My sister prepared some fantastic food for us. For Sunday dinner, we had steak, vegetable packets, watermelon and s’mores.
My dad cut one bowl-full of watermelon. I ate one wedge and then went back for more–only to find that the bowl was empty.
That’s definitely provocation for a hissy-fit. I mentioned the idea out loud–and then, egged on by my siblings, went on to throw a full-fledged hissy fit. I laid down on the deck, pounded my feet and fists, and yelled “I want more watermelon.”
John enjoyed the performance so much that he begged for a repeat–so that he could join in.
Another sibling desperately attempted to take snapshots–but we were a bit wild, so the photos are understandably of poor-quality.
Ah–I love my family!
I would call them upside down hissy fits! Any actual fits I have seen have involved throwing oneself facedown on the floor and pounding it with the fists and kicking it with the feet. Much louder and more dramatic!