Let's add in another issue!

So, my darling daughter has decided she has another issue to make her that much more unique. Yesterday, in my opinion, it was a beautiful summer day, bordering on springlike weather. Sunny, but not humid, breezy, and just plain old pleasant. We had a few places to go, and Melly stopped dead in her tracks at the front door and wouldn't come outside. I asked her what was wrong, and she started screaming, "No Mommy, no outside. Hot! Too hot!!" I kind of looked at her oddly, and soothingly encouraged her to come outside because it was such a lovely day. (I really was calm at this point. I didn't break until later). So I finally pick up the crying child and bring her to the car. I open the car door, and you would have thought poison gas had come out in a cloud on her. She literally tried to climb up on top of my head screaming more that the car was too hot. Now, I'm kind of a pansy when it comes to getting into a hot car. I'm notorious for opening up the door, and turning on the AC inside before I get in. Seriously, the car was not that hot. It was barely warm in there. But, my Melly screamed her head off, and I managed to wrangle her into her seat regardless. I cranked the AC (even though it clearly was a window open type of day), and away we go. We get to story time and she starts screaming about leaving the car now. Again with her "too hot" thing. So I drag her out of the car (crying) and off to story time. We go to leave story time and.... you guessed it. We start the whole thing over again. This same story happened at Kohl's and Walmart too. By the end of Walmart, I've had it, I am ready to get home. When we get home, I pull the car right in front of the house, get her out of the seat (screaming), and start gathering the bags and tell her to go to the front door (as is our routine after coming home from shopping). Well, she clung to the seat of the car, refusing to move an inch while I brought in all the bags. The whole time I'm actually trying to reason with her, telling her how ridiculous she's being. As if I thought that would somehow work and she would say, "oh, I'm sorry Mommy. You're right, I am being ridiculous. I'll walk to the front door now". Obviously that didn't happen. I eventually went out to the car to pry her clingy hands off of the car to bring her into the "safety" of the cool house. If this is how she is now, man oh man is it going to be a very long summer!