What's the World Record for Number of Meltdowns in One Day?

Oh.


My.


Goodness.


What a day.  And it's not even noon.  CamCam has outdone himself.  I am declaring today official "Meltdown Day".


It all started right after CamCam woke up.  "Mr. Trouble" was playing with this little lego car, and CamCam had a FIT.  Apparently he felt it was his, and he wanted it.


Now.


CamCam was the last person playing with the car last night before bed, and to CamCam night time doesn't reset ownership of said vehicle, it just pauses it.  I told CamCam no, that "Mr. Trouble" had the car first.  "Mr. Trouble" looked at CamCam as if he was crazy, and handed over the car, and picked up another instead.   CamCam threw the lego car down the stairs and demanded the new one. 


I knew right then that this was going to be a very long day.


We headed out soon after that for an early appointment.  Someone PLEASE remind me to never again book an appointment for 9AM.  Anyways, I pull into the parking space, and tell "Mr. Trouble" to unbuckle himself and wait on the sidewalk for me.  I go to get out "The Baby", and CamCam has a fit.  He wants out, and is absolutely furious that "Mr. Trouble" is out of the van and not him.   I let him push the button to shut the van door and this makes him very happy.


We then get to the building's automatic doors, and "Mr. Trouble" is a bit ahead of us and so the doors open for him.  CamCam screams.  "I open, I open, I open!"   I never thought it would be possible for a child to fight over getting to open an automatic door.  I tell him he can go first for the next set, and just as we get inside, a group of people are coming the other way and "open" the door instead.   


Meltdown. 


I coax CamCam inside, telling him to hurry so he can push the elevator button.  He eagerly does this, and once inside the elevator I tell "Mr. Trouble" that it is his turn.  CamCam has a fit.  I still have yet to figure out why pushing a button is so much fun.  But I do know this- if I ever invent a child's toy, it will just be a tray of elevator buttons that light up.  I'd take it with me everywhere. 


I shall not bore you will the details of all the fits CamCam threw at our appointment.  Let's just say that toys were thrown, pretzels were dumped, and screaming ensued when the germ-filled pretzels were not allowed to be eaten. 


Once at home, it wasn't any better.  No matter what toy his brother had, CamCam wanted it.  Nothing pleased him.  Finally they went downstairs to color, and all I heard was nonstop screaming from CamCam.  I went down to investigate, and "Mr. Trouble" said CamCam was crazy. 


I figure an early nap may be in order for CamCam.  He's up there now, but I'm not confident any napping will occur.  All I hear is him knocking on the door and asking to be let out.  It sounds a little something like this:
OP!  (bang)  PEN!  (bang)  DOOR!! (bang)  NOWWWW!!! (bang, bang)


He's got to be tired though.  I don't see how all these meltdowns haven't zapped him of all his energy. 


I know they did me.