A very, very tiny one. Let me show you:
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That? Is a small, run of the mill, "Momma, you just crossed the line and said 'no.' You won't let me throw food at you?" screaming fit.
He has these temper tantrums for various, very good reasons. Because it's dinner time. Because dinner time is over. Because there isn't any applesauce. Because a toy isn't working. Because one of sisters looked at him. Or they didn't look at him.
This summer he threw such a fit that he made himself vomit.
All over himself. As we were running out the door. I held it together, thanks to a mighty act by God. Changed his shirt, put his shoes on the correct feet (the reason for the tantrum) and
And now we have school.
I am very afraid.
So I had a meeting with his teacher and explained these epic tantrums to her. What sets him off. How I deal with them. Etc etc. To say I was worried and over informed her would be an understatement. But I didn't want him to have a major melt down and this teacher that I adore (Sarah had her last year) look at me and wonder, "And she didn't mention this little quirk of John's because . . ." Because, you guys, I am not kidding. My child can scream. He can yell and carry on. I've left multiple public places because of him. Starbucks (oh, so many times), Kohl's (while shopping, with clothing in my arms. I dropped it on a mannequin stand and bolted.) Target. Friends homes. So the last thing I wanted was this wonderful woman to be blindsided.
Thursday the aid stepped out the room when she saw me. She had this sympathetic smile on her face. My heart dropped and I got sweaty.
"I know you were worried. But he's an angel. Follows direction beautifully. He's a joy."
And she left.
I spied on him for 15 minutes. He was an angel. A joy. Listened. Followed direction. Answered questions when they were asked. Took turns. Shared.
I mean, YES!