He wasn't saying anything in particular but he just kept on and on.
Mind you, I'm driving the entire time. I asked him to stop, he wouldn't. He finally stopped and put his head down, but at soon as someone else would talk he would start up again.
It continued inside the restaurant too. I just looked at him dead in the eye and said "you need to stop yelling. If you want something you need to ask me in your normal voice so I can understand you!" Nope, that didn't do it.
Finally we were seated , but it didn't stop there.
He didn't want water or his Woody doll. At this point he didn't want anything but attention. And once I took that attend away, he stopped.
At this point I was fustrated, super angry, not hungry, and on the verge of crying!
How can my sweet boy, turn into a monster? Was my child the only one acting crazy? What was wrong with my parenting style? I was beginning to think that maybe I was the crazing one.
Then off in the distance, I saw another little girl in pigtails throwing a tantrum because she wanted a peiece of cake. Her dad said," I have your cake right here in my hand! It's the same one!" He looked as fustrated as I did! I felt relief! I wasn't crazy! My child wasn't crazy!
I'm not a bad mom!
Frankie was calm after he ate his Mac and cheese and the rest of his dinner. Then he said, "I'm happy now!" I didn't know what to say other then, "I'm glad you're happy now!"
And all was forgotten ....
