I was at the house of a former daycare student of mine/I now babysit her but in this instance I was just visiting her family and not babysitting. And this happened.

2-year-old: *is not allowed to use permanent marker on dry-erase board*

2-year-old: *has explosive meltdown as a result*

She was on her knees in the hallway, lightly banging her head against the laundry room door.

Mom: Okay, you just do your thing. *Keeps talking to me like nothing is happening*

*Five minutes later*

Mom: Okay, you have to get over here because we're going outside and I'm not leaving you alone.

2-year-old: *slowly crawls into the living room, red-faced, drool-crying like Jennifer Lawrence*

Mom: Oh, wonderful. You're crawling. We've regressed.

*We go out in the garage*

*2-year-old has lingering grumpiness but gets into a kids Jeep with her sister*

Sister: Can I drive?

2-year-old: Oh sure, sure! *scoots over with a flourish of her hand* (I am not making this up)

Mom: Oh, sure, sure! Everything's just fine! Nothing was ever wrong! SHE'S SCHIZOPHRENIC!