|The Rhubarb Prince|
- Jennifer Fawcett
Inevitably the police would be called along with mental health officials. Sometimes I would like to just crumple to the floor and start pounding it with hands and feet. Wouldn't that be great really? In fact, the next time my son throws a tantrum I might just do that too. I can imagine his reaction would be very similar to an adult's. Shock. It's interesting because on the one hand my son has the most wonderful capacity for thinking and doing intelligent things. Unfortunately, this is only matched by his capacity to digress. Still, it's all part of the age I imagine and despite myself, I can't help it sometimes and wish I could just fast forward time to a point where the screaming and crying turns into something more calm and talkative. Then again, calm and talkative can just as easily turn into a Jerry Springer episode. Thus, maybe I should count myself lucky that he is still only four. After all, at the end of the day a hug, a nose rub, and an I Love You still work as well a Tylenol Extra Strength, for him that is, not necessarily his besieged parents.