Meltdown at Bambi

The morning had started out so beautifully. We played with the playdough and read some books. Unfortunately, Taufik was not keen on eating his breakfast. He had his usual milk, and some small snacks - but that was all.

We arrived at Bambi a little late. Within half an hour Taufik was telling me that he was hungry. "Seaweed please, Mommy." he said to me. I bought one packet of seaweed, he walloped it happily while playing with the collage.

"One more Mommy!!!" he screamed. I bought him another one. That too was soon gone, some of it went to the floor, which got him crazily mad. He was whining,and whining and whining. A sure warning that something big, old, hairy and nasty was brewing.

I, the innocent and ignorant party, firmly said "No more, Taufik" Snack time was almost there. "Taufikkkk, HUNGRY!" he screamed. He jumped onto the floor, "Taufik tireeed" he sang. "Tired mommy." "I wannnn bottle milk." Oh no, not the bottle milk, I thought to myself. The one thing I thought of bringinig but decided to leave behind. He whine and crimped despite repeated warnings that he either stopped or faced time out. He ignored.

Ignore you must, and things go bust! I circled my arm around his waist, and carried him out like a sack of potatoes. He yelled, literally yelled right from the core of his soul. I placed him on the bench away from the play area and then it really started.

He bawled, screamed, chocked, coughed and puked. Banged his head on the floor, and yawled in pain. Feet thumping in the air. I tried to hold him cause he was in danger of hurting himself. He whipped his body left, right, forward, backwards and fell down. Now the screaming really goes on...and on...and on...for 15 minutes and showed no signs of dissipating.

The Bambi ladies stared. Some shook their heads. Others smiled sympathetically..humiliated, embarrassed, my anger soon reared it's ugly head.

Time for drastic measures, time for operation "getouttahere". And out of there we were in a jiffy. Taufik still screeching, me carrying him resentfully like the cave man of yesteryears carrying his wife. Both fof us found relief within the confines of our truck. But not before...

I screamed frustratedly in the car. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!". Taufik cowered away in the back of the truck while I fumed in front. We drove out of the parking lot, spotted the friend banana lady. Ten minutes later, we were both happily munching on the best fried bananas that we had ever had.

Here are pictures of the before and after of a tantrum. Though these pictures were of a tantrum he had in Denmark. Look at that bawling face, five minutes later, happy as a bunny. Poom Poom.