Hissy Fits

Mya is making the hissy fit her own art form. It usually starts with an insistent little edge to her voice. She begins to get unclear about what it is she is insisting. "No, I don't want that!" followed immediately by a sob and "I want that!". This is the point at which I know we are about to go over the edge. Giving or taking will have little effect now.
She stomps her foot on the floor and says "don't say that word" or "I want to do it myself" or some such proclamation. Her vehemence is commendable.
Her brow furrows and her pout forms. We are about to go ballistic folks. Here come the tears, the sobs and, wait for it, the screams. Lucas frequently has to cover his ears here with a whine of "Mya is hurting my ears."
Depending on where we are and what is happening at the onset of the fit, Mya is escorted to her room and the door is closed. She can come out when she calms down and her fit is done. I check her every few minutes and she may kick the door or just lament "noooo, I'm not done".
Last night's fit with Dad and Lucas involved kicking, hitting and throwing things. She's escalating.
We talked this morning, post-trauma, and debriefed. She said she was screaming about batteries. I guess part of the brouhaha involved kicking over the container of batteries and they flew everywhere. Craig often takes her out to the semi-soundproof garage to scream - especially if it is after Lucas has fallen asleep.
We talked about being two-and-a-half now and that means she is growing up. She doesn't need to throw fits because she can use her words. She processed the discussion,but I'm fairly certain we've got a few more hysterics coming our way.