Today marked the very first time our kid went full-out brat. That means he whined, cried and freaked out at the park when he didn't get his way, and then came home and whined, cried and freaked out just to drive the point home. He pulled every classic maneuver in the book, including the limp-fish, which requires the child attempting it to go completely limp while throwing an impressive fit. On a tantrum-throwing skill level, it's about a seven.
Today was such a change in his behavior that my husband actually turned to me after dealing with his limp-fish son and said, "Seriously, we need to mark this in his baby book."
This is not to say that little man hasn't had a few choice tantrums before. He certainly has had his share of crying bouts. But none has been as completely annoying as the ones he threw today. We are spoiled by his good natured behavior every day of the week, so this should come as no surprise. It's just the universe saying, "Everyone who thinks their child is a perfect angel, step one foot forward. NOT so fast, couple with the limp-fish tot over there."
But honestly, we felt the brat thing was a little overdone. A little brat is ok, and could even be considered "determined" or "strong." A moderate helping of brat in a day can be tolerable, and some appreciate the kid who can pull off that much brat and still manage to come across as "endearing" or "tenacious." But a complete brat is nothing but...a complete brat.
Someone needs to take him aside and let him know that you NEVER go full brat.
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