You know she's a choleric . . .

when, upon being denyed the exciting ability to connect to the internet via mommy's cell-phone, she proceeds to:
-- scream very loudly
-- fling herself on the ground
-- bang her forehead on the ground and then on the leg of the table
-- get up and run to her room to knock toys from the shelf to the floor
-- spot the laundry basket, be offended by it's presence, and so overturn it and hurl clothes to the floor

But, you know she's still only a baby when something as small as a button on her shirt in the dirty clothes distracts her and stops her screams all at once.

And you know that her mother is a bad mommy when all she can do is watch and laugh helplessly.

But quietly.

Cholerics don't like being laughed at.