While I was making dinner and the children were all running around playing, Goldilocks came into the kitchen to say she had found a pair of her socks.  Noticing that they were a clean pair, I asked her to take them upstairs and put them into her clean sock basket.  A small fit a defiance ensued with a couple of no’s and then she was shouting for someone to open the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs.  I shouted a general “boys, can you help Goldilocks with the gate” seeing that my hands were covered in making meatloaf at the time.  Dexter walks into the kitchen and says to me, “I’m not going to help someone who is throwing a fit.”  To which I reply, “Dex, please help her.”  ”No Mom.”  ”Dexter, you throw fits all the time.  This morning you threw a fit over your coat being dirty.” (He had left it in the middle of the floor and Nicky had walked on it because it was in the way.)  Now, here was his reply for which I had no response to as it shut me up. “Mom, that’s your problem” and he walked away.