Fits?! Already?!

Really...Seriously?! I mean for Pete's sake the boy is not even 14 months old and we're starting the fits. The catalyst that often begins the onslaught of frustration is the obstacle-riddled living room where Mason pushes his cars around. If the path is impeded in anyway he starts to whine and throws himself on the floor with the skillfulness of a fish flopping on the dock. What is this? Most of the time he'll just lay there and stare up at the ceiling, but on rare occasions when he feels like life is truly unfair he'll begin the waterworks. Luckily they are not seeing this at school. Oh joy of joys; he saves this for us. How fortunate we are.