This very much could have been my husband about a decade ago. The last tantrum my middle child ever threw, with lots of screaming and running and destroying things like a fucking tornado in the middle of a Target. Spouse carried them kicking and screaming out to the car while I finished checking out and by the time I got there they were buckled in their car seat, completely calm and composed, like a switch flipped. (As far as I know) it wasn’t any sort of punishment or shining moment of parenting, the kid just decided, I’m done now.
They had just turned 4. I remember being really worried because they were starting preschool soon and they were such a demon, I was certain I’d be called on the first day and told they’d been expelled. Now they’re in middle school and charming as anything.
This very much could have been my husband about a decade ago. The last tantrum my middle child ever threw, with lots of screaming and running and destroying things like a fucking tornado in the middle of a Target. Spouse carried them kicking and screaming out to the car while I finished checking out and by the time I got there they were buckled in their car seat, completely calm and composed, like a switch flipped. (As far as I know) it wasn’t any sort of punishment or shining moment of parenting, the kid just decided, I’m done now.
And they haven’t thrown a fit since.
How old was your kid at the time ? You are giving us hope, we need to know!
They had just turned 4. I remember being really worried because they were starting preschool soon and they were such a demon, I was certain I’d be called on the first day and told they’d been expelled. Now they’re in middle school and charming as anything.
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