The kid is a teething machine, by which I mean that she has quite a few teeth for a sixteen-month-old, and she's getting more with her top and bottom canines on their way in and then only her four back molars left. Combine this with a normal amount of toddler testiness, and you've got a recipe for some pretty good outbursts. This past weekend, we were having lunch, and her mood came to a head. She picked up her plate with clear intent to throw it, but I caught her in mid wind-up. Her response to a stern "No." was a seething look of anger that turned her whole face bright red.
After she was cleaned up and running around, my wife commented, "It's good that she doesn't have pyrokinetic powers, or she'd have burned you into a little potato chip." Nonetheless, I'll be on the lookout when she hits puberty...
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