Supper time on gymnastics nights can be rough. Reid is tired and usually mostly full since we give her food before class. We try not to make a big deal about supper, although she is more than welcome to join us at the table. Last night, Reid spilled a bit of milk while I helped her to pour it into her glass, and by little I mean more than went into her glass. She wanted to wipe up the spill but since some of the milk was poised to go off the table, I took a quick swipe before handing over the cloth. Did I mention that Reid is tired at supper? She melted down completely and then showed her dad her latest trick: yelling loudly and deliberately at the object of her anger. After an attempt to explain why things hadn’t gone her way, I put Reid in the front room until she was done yelling and went back to eat. Reid came back to the dining room to continue her performance. Ken offered her a chance to watch tv and she stopped and went to watch Little Bear. When the show was over, and just as we were finishing our supper, Reid came back to the table and then looked in horror at her bowl. She pointed and said something about the beans. Ken offered to remove them from the bowl but Reid offered more specific instruction – there was only one kidney bean raising her ire. Ken removed it and Reid happily ate her chili. It was like the sun after the storm. Perhaps she just needed to “win” one argument.
The bean that broke the camel’s back
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