Naked Temper Tantrums in Public

I've had a couple discussions lately with friends about temper tantrums and they reminded me of two MAJOR temper tantrums Sara had when she was younger - both involved us being out in public and ending with Sara naked in the car...

The first time, we were at a restaurant, I had taken Sara to the washroom (when she was first potty training). I don't know what came over her, but she kicked her pants right off while sitting on the toilet and refused to put them back on - she began going absolutely wild - screaming, kicking, crying. I had no idea what to do - it was (and still is) absolutely amazing to me at the strength a child possesses when they are in such a rage - there was no way whatsoever I could have put those pants on her, as hard as I tried. I knew I needed Chad's help, but he was all the way across the restaurant. What to do? And, of course, no one was going to help the crazy mother with her half naked screaming child. So I swallowed all my pride - I grabbed Sara under her arms (almost in a wrestling hold), with her naked from the waist down, kicking and screaming, and I walked out into the restaurant. The place was PACKED (of course) and Chad said (later) that all he heard was someones crazy kid screaming and then...with his eyes as big as saucers, all he saw was a VAGINA coming straight towards him and thought "OMG, OMG, I don't know them - get them away from me!!!" All I did was laugh uncontrollably the entire time, it was all I could do in such an embarrassing situation. Chad looked at me and said "What. Are. You. Doing??" Chad was getting mad at me because I couldn't stop laughing and we both soon realized that, even with Chad's help, for the life of us, we could not get her darn pants on - and EVERYONE was starring at us. Chad and I kept looking at each other with our faces saying "What do we do? How long do we wrestle her for? How long can she keep this up?" Finally, Chad calmly put Sara under his arm (like a football) and headed for the door - with me following, still laughing hysterically (like the kind of laugh where I almost peed). And just when we thought it might be over - we had to find a way to strap a screaming, flailing, super-powered child into her car seat - it was like trying to bend a piece of wood in half. We finally made it home, put her straight to bed and she was sleeping within minutes...

The second temper tantrum was one evening after Sara's swimming lesson and ended very similar to the first time - screaming naked Sara in the car...