So I was walking on the treadmill this morning reading this book:
When I came across a paragraph that I found so funny I laughed out loud. I'm not exactly sure how loud, thanks to my ipod, but loud enough to get the attention of the juggers next to me... who were also listening to their ipods.
"The very first thing you do when your toddler has a frustration tantrum is to pick him up and run from the food court of the mall, the checkout line at Toys R Us or your mother-in-law's best friend's living room. Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to coax or threaten your toddler our of his tantrum in hopes of returning to your former pleasureable activities. You have a grenade on your hands, and the pin has been pulled. Your job, soldier, is to save the civilians by removing the grenade at all costs. Try to hold him tight against you so that you don't suffer too much injury, but how you get him out is not critical. The most important thing is to remove him from all staring eyes and all fragile things that he could hurt or that could hurt him. Don't waste a moment worrying about the impression the two of you are making or being embarassed by this display. I maintain that a mother who is not frequently humilitated by her child is not getting her money's worth out of parenting."