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I'm a huge fan of the tantrum. Temper tantrums? Damn! I love me some of those. Being kicked in the face? Bring it. Having to scrape a child off the grass or asphalt? Better than Monday night television.
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I'm especially fond of the public outburst. The sudden possessed-by-devil-screams out of nowhere because of a dropped-blueberry at Sprouts. LOVE THAT! Especially when surrounded by my-kid-is-so-much-more-well-behaved-than-your-child parents who scoff and roll their eyes. Who eye me like I obviously can't handle my child. Awesome!
But even better than all of that is dragging a screaming child to the car on a leash, seven million miles away on foot in the 90 degree muggy heat because I'm trying to wean said child off the stroller, with fourteen bags of produce and a giant bag of crap that's supposed to cure tantrums, i.e. pacifiers, cookies, coffee, heineken, etc, and having all of that stuff thrown in the parking lot when offered.
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Mr. Independent will definately let you know who's boss!
3 comments:
and don't forget the feet pushing on your chest when he wants down. Awesome and not painful at all! lol!!
Oh my gosh....you make me laugh so hard!!! : )
Oh my! Time for time outs... what a joyful age :)
OH and the tantrums just get louder and longer :)
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