Mojo treated us to the most fascinating psychotic fit I've seen in a while last night.

It was bedtime and he was commenting on how sleepy he was. He supposed, out loud, that he could probably sleep until the following night.

I was surprised to hear this from him -- he very rarely volunteers to sleep.

"If you sleep through tomorrow you'll miss Spongebob on TV."

He let me know that he's so over Spongebob:

"That's okay. But I wouldn't be able to watch Scooby Doo.."

Upon saying this, his face fell:

"I didn't watch Scooby Doo today..."

He started crying:

"I have to watch Scooby Doo!"

And the crying turned into a tantrum -- all this in the space of about five seconds. Amazing. Even more amazing was that, despite his being so tired (supposedly), it took another 20 minutes to convince him to go to bed. Without the Scooby Doo.