Temper Tantrum, Anyone?

Well, of course, Blog, you know what I mean.  Every child has them.  Every parent has to decide how to deal with them.  There are no good options because it's embarrassing when emotions are out there.  Yes you can do the ignoring thing.  Makes you look like a bastard.  You can do the take control of the situation thing.  Guess what?  Everyone thinks you are a bastard.  It really depends on the day and the mood and everyone walks away from your scene with two thoughts:  glad it's not me, and I would've done it better.  Eh, no worries unless the pulsating blue siren shows up.  

But man E had one this morning, and I couldn't stop laughing.  I know, inappropriate laughter is the worst, but still.  It was because of the shoes.    It just struck me all of a sudden.  They are the first to go, the shoes.  It's like, this two year old gets pissed because the world is over in his/her mind. it really is - but the MF-ING SHOES HAVE GOT GO.  So as the parent, you think, uh-oh, little baby is getting angry...uh-oh we are at the supermarket or the park or the zoo or wherever, and first off -- is the shoes.

Obvs one has to hit me square in the forehead. The second gets perfectly wedged in between someone's mandible.  That's just life.  But it's like the shoes. THE SHOES HAVE GOT TO GO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME BY TRYING TO COVER MY FEET AND MAKE ME WALK ON SOLID GROUND I CAN"T STAND IT.  It's funny, Blog.  They have so very few issues they have to argue about.  But, man, the shoes. How DARE you try to civilize me by making me wear these clodhoppers.  I couldn't stop laughing when I thought about it, and my husband's like...sorry I can't join you in this.   And I'm all, yeah man I'm sorry, too, because the shoes are killer.

THESE MF-ING SHOES HAVE GOT TO GO  And so do the pants and the shirt eventually  So you're little jabberwalky is in the buff because that is what is gonna make the world turn right side up.  Or how it's supposed to be.   It's like well first let's all get back to ground ZERO here,  and then we'll see what's what..  But how dare you...put me in shoes.