Adam requested a chili dog while lunching at the Tastee Freez on Friday. I warned him it would be quite messy yet he insisted. Even before he picked it up and took a bite [as you can see from the photo above] you could tell he was quite bothered. Then the bun split in half after his first mouthful. He threw it down in a huff and told me that the bun was ‘not working’ for him. Oh boy. Some of his greatest tantrums stem from things that are ‘not working’ in his opinion. The extent to which they are really malfunctioning varies– but when he chalks up a situation as failing to work it inevitably means he’s about to have a fit and provide very little justification for what’s actually wrong and how it can be fixed. Lo and behold….
We eventually settled on a compromise: chili cheese fries instead of a chili dog. It took lots of screaming, tears, and refusal to answer my questions [and some quiet time outside] but we got there. How can I even complain about a tantrum? My time with him is so precious I can look past any less than stellar toddler behavior.
Oh and PS– can you totally tell that’s my child? If it was socially acceptable I’d throw many a fit and ‘not working’ is a more than legitimate reason to voice your displeasure. 😉
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,