Once upon a time I was a little girl who threw monumental fits.
You're shocked, aren't you?
Char, a drama queen??? Whatever.
When I was in the throws of yet another "that's not fair" sob-fest, my mother would calmly look into my hysterical, tear streaked face and say three magic words.
Don't. You. Smile.
And that was it. I was a broken tot who could no longer suppress the silliness behind my tantrum and in that "magic words" moment, flashed my foolish grin and erupted into second fit, this time in the form of giggles.
Naturally, when I became a mom, I lavished in the deliciousness of using those same magic words to transform a conniption fit into pure, unbridled laughter.
And it works for Brock.
Every. Single. Time.
I wonder if it works on husbands...
