Parents of Normal Kids are Puffs
Tiny Flirt had a tantrum this evening. Not an Autistic tantrum, but a standard, common-or-garden NeuroTypical tantrum.
He had been playing happily in the garden, but not the sort of play that parents approve of. The sort of play that involves mud. So he was told to stop.
“No!”
So he was picked up and carried into the kitchen, the door locked behind him, and his hands pushed under the tap to wash them clean.
“No!” he screamed. “No! No! No!”
His hands were dried, and he screamed again.
“No! Not wash hands! No!”
Then he was left to lie on the floor and kick and scream.
After about fifteen seconds he decided he was thirsty.
“Want drink!” he shouted.
“Not until you say sorry,” I answered.
“Sorry Daddy,” he said, and gave me a hug. “Sorry Mummy,” and she got a hug as well.
Total elapsed tantrum time: sixty seconds.
Injuries to self: none.
Injuries to others: none.
Items damaged or destroyed: none.
Neighbours disturbed: none.
Parental stress level: minimal.
Wow thats the type of tantrum I like.
Comment by Jade — June 24, 2005 @ 7:12 pm
You’ve really got to win while they are still small enough to pick up.
Well done (round one)!
ps. it’s not so much fun kicking in bare feet (it hurts):
so one early intervention can be to remove their shoes.
Comment by +hephzibah — June 25, 2005 @ 8:22 pm
What is wrong with playing with mud (ie making mud pies). It is very good for little kiddies.
Comment by Helen — June 25, 2005 @ 9:21 pm