Wicked Witch(s) of the West and One (un)Flying Monkey

We went trick or treating with the Millwards and some other friends and had a great time until my little witch (yes, we always have two Halloween costumes for her) biffed it off some steps and candy was strewn out into the snow). Then-she was done. Got LOTS of yummy candy though. Ollie (my monkey) just chilled out in his stroller with a sucker and was totally happy-even with a cough. Man-this boy is like not of this world. LOVE HIM. As for my little witch. We've had some major power struggles around the Brown home lately. She talks herself into fits. What I mean by this is that she will throw her beloved "blankie" and "kitty pink" outside and says she no longer wants them. Then she'll scream and cry for them until I go out and get them. Then she AGAIN throws them outside and says she doesn't want them. On and on and on. This is just one instance. She does this often so she can melt down. I'm still trying to figure out why she does this. We talked to our therapist and she said it's totally normal for this age but to me-it seems crazy. I have talked to my mom and nanny about it too to get their feedback and tried all their suggestions but to no success. I asked my mom why she didn't say to "pop her in the mouth" like she used to do to me-and she replied-"well, that didn't seem to work very well now did it?!" Hahahahah!
Anyway, despite all her major insanity, it all boils down to the fact that she's JUST LIKE ME. I think that's why it makes me so wacky. Then I forget about all this crap when she cuddles with me to watch a movie and holds my hand through it only to tell me "I really love you mom and I'm sorry that sometimes I am naughty." This little sweet tart can be my the biggest button pusher in my life but I can guarantee that there's no one else in the world that understands me like she does. I love you my little witch-Love, the Ultimate, Original Witch.