The tears streamed down his face and his arms flailed about. Liam then took his position on the floor and began the tantrum he had been practicing at the house. Here is where I’m supposed to pull out the belt and wear him out, right? Nope, he’s not even two yet and we know how that went with Adrian Peterson. Pop him on the back of the hand? Possibly, but then I’d have to pop him at every tantrum.
I had a better idea. As Liam put on his show, I stood there and watched him like he was a toddler alien from outer space. If there’s one thing I know about him so far, he doesn’t waste time with inefficient tactics. My guess was right on the money. The spectacular tantrum fizzled out as swiftly as it had started. Now Liam was exhausted with nothing to show for it.
Not even the back of his hand against his forehead (I don’t know what old black and white movie he got that from) would get the onion home and he finally realized it. Admitting defeat, my little guy stood up, looked around and announced to me and everyone else within earshot, “I peed.”
Maybe that was meant as an excuse for his behavior but he got a huge laugh out of it from everyone in the store. Not to say that this method will work for every tantrum but it’s worth a try if you’ve got the time. I haven’t had any encore performances since –knock on wood–so I’d like to think that he’s given up on the tantrum plan for now.
Lord only knows what he’ll cook up at a toy store.
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