Let me give you an example. Linnaeus often doesn't eat his snack during preschool, so he's pretty hungry when I pick him up. Oliver let him sit & finish it before heading home a couple of times, & back when I used to walk with the stroller to pick him up, he'd stand on the skateboard attachment, using the footrest of the stroller (that baby Bronte's short little legs didn't need) to hold his snack. Nowadays I always pick him up with the Yuba Mundo. It's way easier since my hip is giving me grief when I walk, plus it's faster. But he isn't strapped into a child seat anymore--he rides on the rack, holding onto his own little handlebars--so he can't eat a snack while we bike.
One day he asked to eat his snack after preschool, but I didn't want to sit & wait while he did that. Bronte & I were hungry, since we were planning to head directly home for lunch. So I tried to convince him to hop on the bike & delay gratification for a mere five minutes. That's all it takes to bike the 1km or so home from preschool. But nope. He was not having it. No matter what I said, he was intent on pitching a wobbler. So I plunked him on the bike & headed out while he cried loudly.
It was like having a siren or something & I'm sure the doppler effect of his constant "WaaaaAAAAaaaaaaaah!" must have been a bit funny, though it was pretty hard for me to see that in the moment. The kid screamed the entire trip home, while I set my jaw & stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the heads that were probably turning, people wondering why the heck this kid was caterwauling.
I guess it's rides like these that make me appreciate the good ones more. How about you: got any public tantrum stories to share with me?
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