One of the hands-down best privileges of being a kid: temper tantrums. Face first on the bed or floor (or surface of choice), tiny fists clenched, just wailing. To hell with the drool, the tears were flying free and easy. Whatever brought it on was serious, aggravating and quite possibly the worst thing that could ever happen to you (that day). Who knew little kiddy legs were so powerful and were capable of displacing all bedclothes and accoutrements? Who knew a child could hit such shrieking pitches and guttural moans in the same breath? Who knew such great theatrics could come to a screeching halt and be silenced with one bodily... More >>>