Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Not Every Tantrum Is Remembered

What I learned today was that there's a way out if you want to throw a tantrum. Wyatt and I went to the Discovery Museum today, and when it was time to go, he didn't want to. So he threw a tantrum, and I took notes for future reference.

Here's what The Master did:

1. Threw himself to the ground, arms extended, knees tucked into his tummy.

2. Screamed bloody murder loud enough to get other people to turn and watch.

3. Kick and wiggle when he's being carried out.

4. Continue the tirade even in the car, just to make your point.

5. Pass out from sheer exhaustion in the ride home, with hopes that all will be forgotten when he wakes.

And it was.

So it was a memorable tantrum that wasn't remembered.

Damn he's good.

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