DS is 18mo and reaching that charming age where tiny things send him into a tailspin and "no" is his favourite word.
Today, we were at an Easter party where you could meet the Easter Bunny and he was fine until it just got a bit much. I was late with giving him a snack and he was starving because we'd had lunch really early and tbh I just dropped the ball a bit and forgot.
Anyway, cue massive rolling on the floor style tantrum, with me trying to move things out of his thrashing trajectory. I just wanted to DIE. I felt like everyone was watching me and judging me on how I dealt with it and thinking 'why can't she keep him under control?'
He's normally such a placid, quiet chap and I HATE seeing him turn into this raging monster. I'm still blushing inside. [bublush]