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A few nights ago Audrey suffered the kind of meltdown tantrum in which she's screaming so loudly that we can't understand what she's saying and even if we could our responses would only be further incitements. She raged and we made guesses and she raged some more and we held our palms up and looked at each other, and then we gave up and cowered under the table.

Our girl, you might say, is a little bit hot tempered.

Finally, Scott pulled her into his lap and tried to feed her some dinner. This restored just enough order to her universe that she was able to get a grip and eat-- a great help since hunger was probably 90% of the problem. The ensuing scene of her trying to stuff her own face and Scott's full of pasta is so mellow and sweet, you'd hardly know that a few minutes earlier this very same child was beet-red and irrational.