I've never had a child who's thrown tantrums. Oh...they've thrown the occasional fit now and then, but never one of those screaming, throwing yourself of the floor tantrums where other people look at you and say "oh my God, what a horrible parent!!"
So, seeing that I lacked something in my life, God gave me Adam.
A few weeks ago, we went to buy bikes.
(Yes, I said a few weeks ago -- it's taken me this long to get my mental functionality recovered...I've just been in a fetal position rocking slowly in the corner this last while)
Anyhow - the kids have all outgrown their old bikes and were in need of new...so we said "Hey, let's go to Toys R Us and look at some bikes!" However, we didn't go to Toys R Us, instead, we stopped at another store along the way to look at the bikes there. Apparently, this meant that the world was coming to an end to Adam. He started crying the moment we pulled into the parking lot. He's cried before, and so we thought he'd get over it by the time we got into the store.
We were wrong.
He cried all the way through the store. Then he saw the bikes and stopped crying. After checking out the bikes we realized that there was a sports store in the mall, and we could look there since we were already at the mall. This made Adam cry again. This time, he started to intersperse screams of "NO!" while kicking and screaming. It sounded like we were torturing him. (note, I have never tortured, nor head anyone being tortured, I'm using a figure of speech called an "a simile" - please stop sending me emails asking me, "did you really do that??")
We were wrong.
He cried through the sports store. He cried through the mall. He cried through the other store we stopped at. He cried through the parking lot. He cried in the car. He cried at Toys R Us.
He cried for 4 hours. He cried, he screamed, he kicked, he thrashed - he could have had a starring role in the next Exorcist movie.
And people wonder why I don't plan on having more.
3 days ago