He was mad that we couldn't go to Target. No he was beyond mad, he was froth at the mouth scream like a maniac mad. He screamed that Mr. Tantrum was not his daddy and to get his hands off of him. He screamed that "it wasn't fair" that we were "mean" for making him go home. Once he was safely buckled in his seat he began thrashing like a greased pig, and threatening to rip apart the seat belt.
He also kept screaming that he wasn't going to buy, he was just going to look. Only he said look all drawn out and sort of howled it. Which sent both Mr. Tantrum and I into hysterics. The kind of hysterics that make your stomach hurt and tears stream down your face. The kind of hysterics that apparently make your 4 year old start screaming in that pitch that is just an octave below what only dogs can hear, but shatters all of the windows out in your SUV and your ear drums.
It was a great ride home...all 20 minutes of it. Which apparently proved to be a good workout because my stomach hurts so much today from all of the laughter that I can hardly see straight. Anyone who comes out with that workout DVD will be a millionaire. Because I will spend all of my money with them.
2 comments:
Oh boy, glad you could laugh at it, and wish I was there!!!
It's great when you can laugh at the tantrums. Sometimes I want to scream along with Jack, but when I laugh it feels much better. :) And, that always makes him more upset too. Oh well!
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