Grumplestiltskin – Can you guess my rage?
I am neither spinning gold, nor am I promising my first born to a little impish man.
Bu I am spinning something (my head) because my first born has become something like a little impish man.
He has become a strange little creature indeed. (He is two).
At two, he is not yet verbal even though he knows a lot of nouns.
As a result, we are living a pretty interesting guessing game.
The following is a list (in no particular order) of why he has had a tantrum of late:
He wants the blue spoon.
He has avocado on his hand.
There are no raisins left in the box.
He doesn’t want to go into his car seat.
He wants to sit in his go cart for lunch.
He wants to play in the wood pile with Dad’s axe.
He wants chips.
He doesn’t want chips.
He wants a particular truck but he doesn’t want me to hand it to him.
He wants someone to give him the truck.
He doesn’t want his sister to have cuddles.
He wants to press the eftpos machine buttons.
He wants to put the DVD into the DVD drive himself.
He broke the DVD drive.
He can’t watch a DVD.
He doesn’t want to go to bed.
He is too tired to be awake.
He is hungry.
He is two.
(The picture has been chosen to show off his little imp-teeth to the best advantage).
What are your best tantrum tips?