Yesterday kt was asked to help unload the dishwasher. A tantrum of somewhat epic proportions ensued. What I found fascinating as I sipped hmj & watched husband handle the situation was how adept kt is at changing the subject of the initial request/outburst. While husband wasn't arguing with kt, her ranting continued on from it's not fair, to children aren't slaves, to you can't yell at me, I'm abused (no yelling involved), to I hate you & don't want to be in this family, back to I hate you, back to the child slave thing....and on and on........ I wrote down the initial request (and time of that request) & kt's initial reaction, just so I could keep track of what started this level of emotion. It was fascinating to sit back & watch the illogical - the disconnect, if you will, from an everyday household chore to a full blown tantrum/meltdown; watching kt be over reactive to a simple chore. Yup, life in tweedleland would be a good research paper - just not fun to live with.