Yesterday, Hubby and I bought a loveseat to replace our broken recliners. We've been trying out various side tables we already have, seeing what fits, what will work, and what won't. During the discussion this evening, Hubby said he wanted to try a table that's been in Miss KT's room. She didn't say anything, so he went and got the table. Immediate hysteria. "He STOLE my table!! I want my table back!! It doesn't fit there. I want my table!!" I started laughing...I just could not believe she was serious. She was. So much for those adult-type conversation skills...she was throwing a full blown tantrum. I tried telling her we just wanted to see if that size table would work there...nope. It won't. Table was stolen. End of story. Nobody asked. Granted, Hubby didn't ask her specifically, but she was part of the discussion, and I figured if there was any objection, it would have been voiced at that time. We put another table in her room temporarily...nope. Hate it. Hubby moved table #2 and put something else in...nope. Table was stolen. She called my mother...back to the same old, same old, save me, save me, they're both so mean to me. Stomped back in, yelled and cried some more about her table. I tried talking to her again...nope. Nana's going to buy me a new table tomorrow. I'm a bit shell-shocked...this is the first major screaming fit since she's been back. And over a table.