Pre-park meltdown (note the lack of actual tears) because I wouldn’t let that motley crew of teddies in the background tag along. After 10 minutes of tantrum there’s nothing else for it but to whip out the camera and snap a shot to embarrass him with on his 18th 😂.
Sometimes I’m tempted to just give in to his ridiculous demands and probably too often, I do. Other times I firmly stick to my guns, fearing that I’m raising a brat. Nobody likes a brat.
In the grand scheme of things carting soft toys to the park is no big deal but I’d said no and he’d had the mother of all paddies. If I’d then relented his cunning little self would believe that paddies = own way. He’s so strong willed, as these toddles are wont to be, and really doesn’t need any of his tactics reaffirming.
That droning fake-cry noise they’re so good at really is the pits though isn’t it? I’m not the only one coping with this crap, am I?