Today Elliott threw what I call one of his "Devastating Tantrums." This is different from a regular tantrum that occurs when something like a remote control, cell phone or open bottle of Pepto Bismol is taken away from him and the result is a red face, clenched fists, high pitched scream and the stomping of feet. (It's actually an impressive textbook tantrum if any toddlers out there are looking for tips.) No, a Devastating Tantrum is when Elliott clearly wants something and is asking for it and pointing at it and I, for the life of me, can not figure out what it is. In this instance, I feel guilty for bringing on the tantrum because, by the way he's acting, he could have just been bitten by a rattlesnake and is desperately pleading for me to administer an antidote and, in that case, me saying "What? What do you want? If you had learned to talk by now we wouldn't be having this problem" would seem a bit morbid.