Jack has been doing this new thing lately where he'll warn us of an impending tantrum. If we tell him that we're about to do something he doesn't like, he'll tell us, "Jack cry." He doesn't say it fussily or threateningly. He's very reasonable and matter-of-fact about it, as if you were to say, "The sky is blue." And then, boy, does he ever cry.
A typical tantrum involves a whole lot of weeping and gnashing of teeth. Jack looks like he's wrestling Patrick Swayze in "Ghost," throwing himself on the ground and against walls, heedless of physical injury to himself or emotional injury to his parents.
We've had two such tantrums today. The first was when we left our friends' house. I was able to convince him to get into the car with a couple of Oreo cookies. But then the cookies ran out, and he realized that, hey! we're driving and away from Luke's house. He screamed and howled as if his heart would break the entire ride home, while constantly banging his head back against his car seat. His face was red as a tomato and a big teary, mucus-y mess besides.
The second tantrum came when Tom put him down for a nap. We've been foregoing daytime naps because of Jack's violent and voluble protests. Usually he'll fall asleep in the car, but getting him into the car is a whole other fight. Thankfully, the naptime hysterics were short-lived today, and blessed silence reigns at least for a short while in Jack-land.
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While I know for a fact that two-year old tantrums are NOT funny while they are happening, the visuals that this post conjures up are HI-larious.
Ah, Jack. At least you don't pee in the pool.
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