In Defense of Toddler Tantrums
“Momma.”
“What?”
“Momma, momma, choooose.”
“Yes? What?” (Grabbing shoes.)
“MOMMA, MOMMA, MOMMAAAAAA, chooooooose.” (Pulling with all her 21-month-old might at my hand, which I must admit, is strong enough to move me.)
“What! What! What?!” (Trying fervently to strap shoes on a thrashing toddler as she tries to rip them off.)
At this point, all hell breaks loose, I lose my patience, feel guilty for wanting to just yell SHUT UP (a term I was raised is as serious as swearing and is a huge no-no), and the whining toddler is now inconsolable.
Perfect.
Oh, she said juice, not shoes.