the one about Quayd's meltdown

As you know, I had a yard sale a few weeks ago. Among the things in the sale was a blue "beanie-baby" type bear that had "CTR" on its belly. Quayd had thrown a total fit for this bear in the LDS Bookstore one day and I finally gave in and bought it for him, just to shut him up. If you have kids, you know what I am talking about, so don't call Dr. Phil on me! You know you have done it too! Anyway, I think he cared about this hideous bear for 1 day, then it was lost in the toy room for a couple of years. It was an obvious choice for the yard sale. Or so I thought.....

Towards the end of our yard sale, we were desperate to get rid of things so we were wheeling and dealing. We even made a "free" box for most of our smaller toys. Guess where the blue bear ended up? And guess who found it? And guess who freaked out at his Mother for putting it there?!?!

So I let him get it out and take it home. (He threw a fit about his "Sit and Spin" too! But it didn't come home. Shhhhhhh, don't remind him.) He packed this bear around religiously for 1 day, and during that 1 day, there was a lot of drama surrounding us about that bear.

Now we are getting to the meltdown part... This all happened on Mother's day, just so you know. Brett was teasing Quayd, as usual, and Quayd started pretend hitting his dad with the bear. Brett kept telling him to quit, but as a typical 5 year old boy, he didn't. Brett finally got fed up and grabbed the bear's arm. They started a tug-of-war and... OOPS! The arm ripped! OH MY GOSH, you would have thought he ripped off Quayd's arm! Quayd was freaking out like nothing I have ever seen before. Brett and I were trying not to laugh right in his face! If you know Quayd, you know how dramatic he is so this was like a huge deal! Being the mean mom that I am, before I would console him, I snapped pictures for all of you, my blogging buddies.
See, when crap hits the fan at my house, who do I think of first? Yes, that's right. YOU!

Once Quayd stopped crying, he got MAD! Mad, mad mad. He yelled at his dad and told him, "You broke it, now you fix it!" (I can't make this crap up!) So dear old dad got a needle and thread and sewed it all up.
While he was sewing, Quayd came in, sobbing, and said, (Or should I say SHOUTED!) "Dad! Do you know that bear is the most specialist thing in the world to me!?!?! Do you even know what it says?" Brett, being the smart @%$ that he is, says, "Oh, you mean it can talk?" and then Quayd got REALLY mad and said, "NO!!!! Look at it! It says CTR! Do you even know what that means? It means Choose the Right, DAD!" It took everything we had not to laugh out loud. Before long, the bear was fixed, and Quayd was happy again.

And I haven't seen it since. Until the next yardsale, I guess.