And then some.
Considering our location and situation, the food was neither home made nor fresh. It was snack food. Probably not the ideal kind of food for a toddler. I sat there silently judging my poor helpless cousin whose only real choice was to let her son eat the chocolate or the biscuits or drink the milkshake. That, or risk being death-stared at, or even worse, confronted by the crowds of people who probably were sharing our journey back to Brisbane.
Hindsight is a bitch.
Dear cuz, I apologise for judging you and thinking quietly to myself that I would never soothe my child's tantrum by giving him what he wanted. And for thinking that no child of mine would ever cause a scene like that.Apparently I didn't account for exactly what you had all those years ago in my five year plan. But I got it. Maybe even worse.
Cherie from @raisingmastermax has started a fantastic hashtag on instagram - check out #capturethetantrum ... so easy to relate to and HILARIOUS!
Hint: I also give my kid food when he isn't chucking a tantrum just to keep him quiet and get some peace. Who knows if he is even hungry but hey, if it gets me another half an hour at the shops that is reward enough for me!
Did he get the biscuit? NO. He got two. Perhaps three. He won ... that time.
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