Riley has gotten to the throw-myself-on-the-floor-in-a-fit-if-I-don't-get-what-I-want phase.
I think if she had been my first child I would have worried about it more. But she's not, so I just giggle and turn around. She picks herself up after a few minutes and will walk away like it never happened.
Escher has started to say, "look mom, there she goes again! "