Tantrums

Whooooo! OK. We get it. Chance knows he is a discrete, independant, person. With wants and needs. Stress the wants. He wants:

in the refrigerator
in the dishwasher
in the garbage
into the cleaning supplies
to chew on wires (cell phone, iPod, camera chargers)
to chew on the cat
to wrestle with the hairdryer (again, cords)
to put his lips on the toilet seat
to man-handle the toilet brush
in the recycling bin
to destroy the newspaper, Time magazine, library book
to chew the remote controls
to bang on the fireplace
to pull on the speaker wires
to yank the central vac ports open and watch them snap back
to eat random non-food items off the floor
...etc...

Today I denied entry to the refrigerator. For like the billionth time. Except this time there was retaliation. Big time tantrum. No amount of distraction could douse the flames! Mom ran for cover into the office and dialled her mommy. Yikes.

Solution: a cold cloth to the face and neck and then a trip to the mailbox. When Grandma called back Chance was in his highchair happily eating lunch. Angel-kid.