And by hysterical, I mean the so upset that I wish I could slap some sense into her.
Quinn helped make muffins today.... she wanted to change the recipe and add strawberries on the top... I don't like strawberries so I specifically asked that she leave some plain for me, but she decided that I could pick them off.
We make the muffins, she goes down for a nap, when she wakes up (still a little tired), she comes out to have a muffin... and just throws an all out fit that there are strawberries in it. (and that they are too big... even though she made them.