Not sure if I need to say more than than but this is a blog so I suppose I should. We're a little lucky in that Miloh's tantrums have waned a bit. I know of course that as I write this he knows I'm writing it so they will be back.
But the little fits happen every day and usually for something so small. And when they happen I'm half amused/laughing, half annoyed and half sympathetic because he's cute. Don't think to hard that math totally works out.
That day it was milk. He wanted more but had enough. In reality I think he can drink a whole gallon in one standing (I'd say sitting but he prefers the taste when he's completely vertical). However he can't just drink milk.
So we said no and he started crying. And then he did his little "I'm crying over nothing" jig which is incredibly cute. But in all it was annoying... And he wouldn't accept water or anything else.
And like a good parent I walked away from him and called him out on twitter.
I'm sure all you parents know how it is. It's just milk, right? Who cares if he has more? But you know it's not that simple. You give in once and you're screwed. And we all know I'm screwed anyway because floor beds lead to teenagers that leave the house in the middle of the night. If you don't know what I mean you can read this old post which by the way is @Japster24's fave post of mine. I only mention him because I'm going to steal a post of his later this month and I want him to look favorably upon me before the theft.
The second half of the tweet... Well if you follow me on twitter or know me in real life you know I think Tea Party folks are fools... I mean they called themselves Teabaggers at first and put a quitter on a pedestal and want said quitter to run for President.
Moral of the story: I'd rather hang with a whining kid than a whining Tea Bagger.