Tantrums are the Pitts

Yesterday I told the boys we'd go see Aunt Amy at the fire station. That all changed when Jeremy wouldn't stop throwing a major fit. I tried to get him to stop by reminding him that we were going to go. We were in the car, he had spilled water down his front. I told him we had to run in the house, change his clothes, and then we could go. He refused to get out of the car. I waited for a minute to give him time to settle down. He didn't and he would not get out. I gave him an ultimatum. 'Stop crying and get out of the car so we can put dry clothes on and go to the station. If you don't get out now, we won't go." He still refused, so I wrestled him out of the car.

I took off his wet clothes and tried to get him dressed. He refused to wear anything but the PJ shirt he's wearing in the picture below. Still insistant upon going to the fire station, he put on his rubber boots that he calls his fire boots, he demanded that we go. Since I told him no, the tantrum continued. I had to take a picture. He got so mad at me for doing it. He tried to run away. I wanted Amy to see how he would have looked if I brought him the way he wanted to go. That would have been funny but waaay toooooo embarrassing. So here's for you, Aunt Amy!