It started because we had run out of brown (bran) flakes. That was at a quarter to seven. He finally ran out of steam at half past nine. We had tried ignoring it, cuddling him (how do you cuddle a bundle of kicks?), talking calmly, saying 'that's enough', leaving him on his own... I had to eat a big chunk of chocolate by the time it was all over!
We eventually made it to toddler group for a messy play session and after he'd painted quietly for a bit, he came over and we had a proper hug together, then he sat on my lap and ate his sandwiches. I love my boy, but some days are tough.
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