Oh the joys of having three-year-olds. Our days are riddled with tantrums - the throw yourself on the floor and scream until you gag yourself kind of fits. Sometimes the fits are understandable and sometimes I can't figure out what on earth the fits are all about.
Reece's 30 minute fit today, which I completely ignored, was because he wanted me to give him his stuffed bunny, which was 6 inches away from him on the floor. Instead of picking it up like a big boy, he chose to flail around on the kitchen floor and scream his little lungs out. I find this totally baffling (and really frustrating).
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