Analysis of a Public Tantrum: How We (Both) Survived
Picture it: I'm at my sons' school this morning selling raffle tickets and wrist bands for the upcoming school carnival. My 4-year-old daughter is with me. It's her first time tagging along with me on a volunteering day. Why? Because I assume she can handle it, and might even enjoy being at school with her big brothers. The buses are arriving, kids are flocking to my table -- THOUSANDS of them,* crowding around, impatiently holding out dollar bills, demanding service.
My darling daughter decides right now is the perfect time to have a tantrum. A screaming, crying, snot dripping, feet stomping, collapse in your chair tantrum. Read more >