Fun times, indeed.
I decided to pull up a chair and let her "help" me make the brownies.
And suddenly? Girlfriend was happy as a clam. I mean, chocolate? And "helping" like a big girl? Equaled no more tantrums (until I took away the spatula, but let's not talk about that right now), and all smiles.
This was a parenting win in my book.
I should have known chocolate makes everything better.