I feel sorry for your kid. I'm not putting my 2yo in timeout for being confused about how to tell me his water is too hot or too cold. Life is crazy frustrating for a toddler/preschooler. |
His bath water wasn't too hot or too cold as that poster said -- she was just pouring in water to make him shut up. So I'm thinking he was just barking orders to get mom and dad to jump at his command, not because he was actually uncomfortable. I'm not really caring if any toddler, including my own, is "frustrated" with life - they'll deal. |
Aren't you special! |
I'm the mom of the bath water boy...and also the one who said I won't put him in timeout because of it. When he gets into the tub, he doesn't like the temperature of the water and I don't know if he wants it hotter or colder. I don't think he knows either, but if I pretend to make it better, it makes it better, problem solved. I pick my battles and this is certainly not one of them. I do truly feel sad that your kid has a mom who doesn't care to learn how he operates or why he does what he does. |
I can't remember why the tantrum, but I do remember him yelling "help me! Help me!" at everyone as I carried him out of the store. |
My older daughter was about 3 when she yelled out the car that she was being kidnapped. It's funny now, but at the time, I was terrified we would be arrested. |
This. Also, please keep these stories coming. I - and most people - find them cute. Life is too short to get upset about these things, folks. Soon they'll have real, adult- level issues to worry about, and you'll wish you calmed down over such small things back then. |
Absolutely keep the, coming! Don't have time to post mine now, but there's definitely a difference between raising a spoiled child and the random sh!t kids freak out to. Please keep sharing! |
Definitely had the "help me!!" tantrum in the airport awhile ago...arched back, flailing arms and all. |
Because the other ducklings were SO MEAN to the Ugly Duckling.
Because the other reindeers were SO mean to Rudolph. He's now a strapping 18 year-old, but still has a kind heart. |
Aw. If a toddler is melting down because he's sensitive and that means he'll be a kind man, I'll take it. |
DD had an amazing meltdown at age 2 because we put an Elmo diaper on her and she wanted a Cookie Monster diaper instead.
Luckily, we had the video camera handy and were able to record it all. Now that she's older, she thinks it's funny. But at the time . . . no humor. ![]() |
You're bragging about your total lack of empathy for your child? Wow. So I'm curious. Would you "care" if an elderly woman who lost her ability to speak coherently was frustrated? Or uncomfortable? Or just plain angry or sad about her inability to communicate effectively or make her own choices? How about your spouse if he or she developed Parkinsons or some other degenerative disease that similarly impaired their ability to communicate clearly and meet their own needs independently? Basically, I'm wondering whether you're equally insensitive to everyone's feelings and limitations, or whether you reserve your indifference small children? |
Reserved to small children. Sorry -- I know I'll get flamed but it is what it is. They are just kids -- it isn't my job to coddle; they need to learn to express themselves properly and until they do, they will live with whatever temperature bath water I decide is safest. Adults in your examples are different -- they've had full lives of making decisions so now to suddenly not be able to is a shock and that deserves empathy. A toddler melting down over which diaper . . . not so much. |
Both of you need to remove the stick from your ass and get a sense of humor installed. Some kids are more difficult than others. You can learn to laugh about it (and its sheer awfulness) or you will go nuts. Kids have their own personalities and schedules and behavior quirks and they have them at birth. I'm happy for you that you had easy kids and not difficult kids, but I bet that my difficult-from-birth children would have you and your humorless, rigid, judgmental self in a fetal position weeping on the floor and begging for a wine juice box in less than 24 hours. |