So this morning Collin decided that he would only come down stairs if I went upstairs and walked down with him. The trouble was, I really didn't have time to do that. I was trying to get the older 4 kids out the door to the bus stop. After a few minutes of yelling he decided to come down on his own. He was very miffed that he didn't get his way, so he went into my living room - the only room in the house that is verboten (where I keep the antiques and china we never use). In fact in our house this room is known as the "no allowed baby room". So Collin went in there and threw himself down on the floor and started throwing things about and wailing. A good old fashioned tantrum. I went in there and helped him to calm down. Then I made him clean up the mess he'd made. And while he was putting the cushions back on the sofa, eureka! (Motto of the state of CA) there it was! The missing key. It magically grew legs and wandered into a room no one is allowed in! I'm just glad it has been found. So I guess tantrums aren't always a bad thing!
I still want to run over something though. I mean, other than scooters, accidentally.