Our temper tantrum prone child got his first taste of just how truly unfair the world is and the extensive repertoire of torture his parents will use for no reason at all.

Let me set the scene for you…

We spent Saturday night at Grandma and Grandpa C.’s house, where there was a fish fry party (lots of food, sweets, and of course…fish).  He partook of a few brownies and played late into the night, well past his bedtime.  He slept all night long and took an early nap on the ride home.  We thought all was well, not too much of an interruption to the Schedule.  Schedules are very important with children, since if they get off of their schedules it is akin to a derailed train — Mass Hysteria. 

All was well for most of the day, but he started to get a bit “owly” around 6 pm.  Then the fun started.  Mommy started the torture by not letting him watch The Lion King 2.  Of course he had already watched a few movies by this time…and a few StarGate episodes.  I thought it would be novel for him to actually play with the toys that we used half his college fund buying for him.  After telling him “No movie” several times, he decided to swat at me.  Of course this looks cute as heck to me…his little determined face, all affronted that I would not let him watch a precious movie, and him swatting at me with the force that would knock out an ant for two seconds.

I try not laugh, but a smile still reaches the corner of my mouth.  He is further affronted by this.

Upstairs we go with him SCREAMING at the top of his lungs for a movie.  Daddy and I try to talk him down and attempt to play with him.  He just throws himself on the ground as his frustrated parents look on.  At this point Anya was starting to get thoroughly upset by the whole situation.  I’m sure the screaming hurt her ears, as well as ours, but I also think she thought there was actually something wrong.  Her brother must be in dire pain for all the racket he was making!

Daddy proceeded with torture #2 – he warned him that if he did not stop then he would be going to bed with no supper.  Kailan proceeded to scream louder, his whole body thrashing on the ground.  At this point Anya and I exit room so she doesn’t get more upset.  She would obviously think that he was being poked by a thousand invisible needles, with immunizations being the only point of reference she would have for tortuous pain.

Daddy then started warning Kai further as he proceeds to put jammies on the thrashing child.  This is frustrating his father further as putting his jammies on is like trying to wrestle an octopus.  Kailan was then placed in his crib, arms outstretched for Daddy…and then Daddy closed the door.  Several minutes of screaming ensue before he fell asleep.

Upon waking this morning…”Where’s Daddy?”  Yes, he still loves the Chief Torturer.