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What was your child's most embarrassing public tantrum?
My DS (3) is normally very easy-going and sweet, but a few months ago, I pushed him to the edge. We were preparing for a trip, and I had a limited amount of time to run a lot of essential errands. The last quick stop I had to make was at Walgreens, a few blocks from home. It was just a quick in and out, to grab one thing, so I was carrying DD (7 months at the time) and holding DS by the hand. All was well until I was in the middle of checking out. DS kept trying to break away to grab stuff off the shelves. I kept retrieving him and trying to pin him with my legs. He squirmed onto his back on the floor and started kicking and screaming, trying to get away. I was in the middle of the transaction (is it just me, or are all Walgreens checkouts incredibly slow?) so I put my foot on his chest to keep him from getting away. At the time, I was too irritated to be embarrassed, but as I was putting him in his car seat, I started to wonder if anyone was calling social services on me.
What was your child's most embarrassing public tantrum?
My DS (3) is normally very easy-going and sweet, but a few months ago, I pushed him to the edge. We were preparing for a trip, and I had a limited amount of time to run a lot of essential errands. The last quick stop I had to make was at Walgreens, a few blocks from home. It was just a quick in and out, to grab one thing, so I was carrying DD (7 months at the time) and holding DS by the hand. All was well until I was in the middle of checking out. DS kept trying to break away to grab stuff off the shelves. I kept retrieving him and trying to pin him with my legs. He squirmed onto his back on the floor and started kicking and screaming, trying to get away. I was in the middle of the transaction (is it just me, or are all Walgreens checkouts incredibly slow?) so I put my foot on his chest to keep him from getting away. At the time, I was too irritated to be embarrassed, but as I was putting him in his car seat, I started to wonder if anyone was calling social services on me.

If only he could see himself sometimes.
). Well, that was the end of our visit to the playground. I picked her up and carried her home. Luckily DD is small and our house was only a block away. She fought me the whole way, screaming and hitting. We got home and she tried to get out of the house. I put her in her room and she came out of there. I finally closed all the other doors upstairs and closed the gate at the top of the stairs and left her up there. She screamed for a good 1/2 hour before finally calming down.