Hunter’s a world-class-wobbly-chucker but she managed a doozie the other day, even by her standards. I am not sure if i can do it justice in writing but I will do my best.
She’d been pretty good and leigh told her she could have a biscuit. Leigh got out the biscuit container and held it out to Hunter.
And Hunter flipped out.
“I didn’t want you to hold it there!!” she wailed, red-faced, tears springing forth.
Leigh, taken aback, brings the container down a bit, assuming it was too high for Hunter to reach.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOooo, not there! I want it HIGHER!” she cries.
Leigh lifts it higher.
“Not THAT high!” she screeches, throwing herself to the floor and heaving great sobs.
By this point Leigh and I were both laughing out loud. It was beyond ridiculous. Leigh was so sidetracked by the histrionics that she didn’t even realise that she was following along, inching the container up and down at Hunter’s whim. It was hilarious to watch her meekly moving the container up and down in ever decreasing increments to meet Madam’s wishes, before eventually realising what she was doing and withdrawing the offer of the biscuit.
We still don’t know what it was all about, but it was the best tanty we’ve seen in a while (not by much, though – the one she threw when leigh wouldn’t say “please jelliments” before entering the bathroom and the one when she went crazy at 2.45am because she didn’t like the pants I chose after she wet the bed were also great efforts).