Is it Friday the 13th?

Emily bear treated me to her first full-blown temper-tantrum this morning. Bright and early. Good Morning Mom! I am not kidding....on her back, red-faced, legs kicking, mouth open with her "you're killing me" scream. I fully expected her head to start spinning. And Zach, bless his little heart, thought it was a friendly game of "who can scream the loudest". So in between Emily's gasping for air, as she prepared for her next round, Zach would interject one of his high-C eardrum bursting screams. What a great morning this is turning out to be. The neighbors are probably calling CPS. I need to call an exorcist.