Something worth remembering

Just when the 18-month-old's potty training seems to be going splendidly, and she is wrapping up a very good day, you suddenly find yourself sitting on the edge of the bathtub trying to corral and calm down the 18-month-old, who descended abruptly from her toilet seat to the floor and into a screaming tantrum and, wearing only a shirt and purple little-lady underpants, is wailing and flailing and thrashing like a trapped alligator -- all because you asked her to help you put on her pants.
Then, after about 5 minutes of screaming and squirming, your wife walks in, calmly says, "This is what I've been dealing with all week," and proceeds to quickly and mysteriously bring the 18-month-old back from the brink of all-out meltdown.
Minutes later, the three of you are sitting at the dinner table, quietly devouring homemade pizza, and the toddler, despite glimmers of tears still in the corners of her eyes, seems perfectly content and apparently has put behind her any lingering emotions from the bathroom bout.
You try to do the same.