Mae tells me our boy has a bit of a temper. But it was only today that I experienced it for my own. And let me tell you that it wasn't some mild stomping of the feet - we're talking some full blown, serious Emily Rose shit!!!
We were on the way out of the house today when the boy decided he'd rather be watching Barney instead. And when Mommy said no, the boy started gnawing on the VCD. Mae grabs the disk and slaps him lightly on the hand and that's when it started.
He screams at the top of his voice, wailing for justice, and threshing all over the floor. Then he starts trying to rip his shoes off his feet. And when I tried to carry him out, he grabs on the door frame. After a whole lot of tugging and pulling and kicking and screaming, he finally calmed down when I managed to divert his attention.
To be honest, I'm not sure I know how to handle this. I can't be diverting his attention all the time when what he really needs is a little disciplining. *sigh*
That Barney - he's the tool of the devil, I tell you!