Today I’ve mostly been dealing with this little face of woe and anguish.
That is not the face of a little boy who was appeased with chocolate chips on his readybrek, no sir. Elliot made that face today when:
- I asked him to step into his snow suit, before the school run. Wrestling a wilful toddler into a snowsuit at 8:25am is horrendous.
- I suggested we find some stories to read.
- I told him it was time to go to Sainsbury’s. To be fair, I sometimes make that face when it’s time to go food shopping.
- It was time to get off the travelator at Sainsbury’s. He lay, face down, at the bottom and narrowly missed getting run over by a trolley.
- I asked him (nicely) not to double (triple, quadruple) dip his slobbery, half masticated pitta bread into the pot of houmous at lunchtime.
- I sang the wrong verse of The Wheels On The Bus…
- … And then Row Row Row Your Boat.
- He realised he’d eaten all his sausage at dinner time, and there was, infact, no more. Only potato.
- I wouldn’t let him drink my (much needed at that point) glass of wine.
- It was time to change his nappy at bedtime.
Kid, I get that you’re learning to talk and your little brain is going into overdrive making all those new synapses. I think it’s great you have said three new words today (chocolate, work, London). And I know it must be very frustrating when it’s difficult making yourself understood, but please cheer up. It’s NOT the end of the world if the doors on the bus open and shut before the horn toot toot toots, and double dipping your pitta bread is frowned upon in polite society. You’ll thank me when you’re older.
So, parents of small children. I know I’m not the only one who has had days like that. What makes your toddler cross? And, do they have a hilarious angry face?