Hmmm...maybe he's not so perfect, after all
Not Jeff. My 2 year old (I jinxed myself by stating on Kishelle's blog that he was "perfect") threw one of those mortifying, ferocious, screaming-to-beat-hell public fits today.
But wait, there's more.
WE WERE IN THE LIBRARY.
Yes, the ONE public place where silence reigns supreme, where even a SNEEZE echoes like a gunshot throughout the halls. I can't even talk about it yet; I'm still too traumatized.
I will, however, say that the old lady working in the kids' section of the library either needs to a) understand kids or b) find another job. Yes, it was unfortunate and trying and distracting and LOUD, but he's TWO. They do things like that sometimes. And icily informing the nanny, who is ALREADY gathering 3 kids and 5 books in an attempt to get the holy hell out of there, that she "has to leave" because "this is the library and he cannot act like that in here" is really not appropriate nor helpful.
(And what promopted this whole incident, you ask? His brother hung up the kitty puppet, and by God, HE wanted to hang up the kitty puppet.)
Once I got them back into the car, I looked him straight in the eye and, as authoritatively as I could, instructed L. that "It is NOT okay to scream in the library." To which he looked me right in the eye, took his thumb out of his mouth, and replied with a grin,
"I love you!"