Can this sweet little angel face do any wrong?  Such a perfect little angel, right?  WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!  What this cute little face hides, hidden deep, deep down under the cutest little face you can imagine is a wild tempest of a storm.  Storm of the century material, NO, storm of the millennium material, indeed!

Generally, on any particular day, things go smoothly.  The wild beast remains hidden and under control.  But, just like the Incredible Hulk, you don't EVER want to make her angry.  As soon as something doesn't go her way, say, she wants to ride down the stairs on the banister, or she wants to break Super Mommies favorite porcelain doll, or that her parents have the audacity to not let her eat candy right before lunch then the gamma radiation takes hold and changes this little angel into a screaming, temper tantrum MACHINE.  Screams are emitted at ear shattering decibels, little fists and little legs pound the ground in earthquake like intensity, and if you try to pick her up or hold her, her little toddler body turns to jello.

Now, at home, it's generally not too bad, since she's in a controlled environment and it's pretty easy to just sit her down and put her on time out.  However, tonight, Super Michael, Princess K, and myself were shopping at our local grocery store and I spotted some chocolate-chocolate chip muffins.  Now, anyone that knows me knows that I am a sucker for anything with chocolate chips in it, so you put them in a chocolate muffin, and it's pretty much the food of the gods for me.  Super Michael wanted to carry them, which was fine with me, so I handed them off to him.  Well, Princess K got pretty upset and wanted to hold them and started to throw one of her wonderful tantrums right in the middle of the store.  To placate her, I grabbed some fruit snacks, handed these to Super Michael and then handed the muffins to Princess K.  This got her to quiet down, but Super Michael whined the rest of the trip about wanting to hold the muffins.  Now, I understand they both wanted to hold them, because chocolate-chocolate chip muffin are SO YUMMY and the greatest thing ever, and in retrospect, I probably should have just bought TWO packages...or maybe THREE and I could have held one too, because that one pack will be long gone before I finish this post.  The problem is that I just don't think fast enough on my feet.

We finally get to the check out counter after a long whining walk, pay the bill ($14.87), and I hand off the muffins to Super Michael because I felt guilty taking them away from him in the first place.  Princess K decides right then and there to have a complete meltdown right at the checkout counter and just goes ape bonkers.  We try to explain the whole concept of taking turns, but I think Princess K is under the impression that sharing is for those OTHER kids. I quickly grab her, the remaining bag of groceries and run like hell out to the car.  The jello toddler move makes it rather difficult to maintain my hold, but somehow I manage and eventually get her out to the car.  And OF COURSE all these other people are looking at me with the "what the hell is wrong with your kid" look.  Wonderful!  Once we are at the car, we have a little chat about how little girls should act in public.  Things settle down, we cuddle for a couple of minutes, "sorry daddy"'s are said, then it's off to home.  Just another day in taking the kids to the grocery store!

So what does everybody else do with their kids when they have meltdowns like this in public?  Or are your little guys sweet little angels and know better and NEVER act out in public?  If so, what's your secret?  Hypnosis?  Bribes?