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This post is from from my other blog here With the high for the day topping 80 degrees, I thought what a great day to go to the mall and let Matty enjoy riding his favorite train. How was I to know it was going to end up as bad as it did? Neither the fact that the husband complained of body ache even before we left the house, nor the fact that Matty started the day whining at 5:30AM gave me a single clue.  For $2 a person, who wouldn't have fun riding in this?  Enjoying the ride with me in the blue car.  There was some sort of family happenning and we enjoyed a lot of Storm Troopers, Padawans, Imperial Guards, Darth Vader, and even Young Anakin. I don't know why Daddy (the Star Wars geek) didn't want his picture taken with Darth, though?  Daddy and the girls waiting for us to ride the train. So far so good, right? Little did I know that Matty was planning on riding the train again, but this time with his Daddy. Daddy wanted to go home but went ahead and agreed. All the 4 train cars had people in it. If they wanted to go ahead and ride, they would have be in the cars with someone else. Matty refused. Apparently, he wanted to ride on the red one and that one was already full. So they stayed behind until the next ride (they should get first pick of which train they wanted to get in to since they were in the front of the line). By this time, I left them to enjoy the ride so that I could go browse in one of the stores. When I saw the train pass me, I saw Matty and Daddy in the black and not the red and Matty was screaming and crying. Why wasn't he in the red one? Here's the story... When Daddy and Matty were about to get in the red car, the family behind them (family of 5) asked if they could get in the red one since it's the only car that was big enough to hold all of them. Well, well, well... wouldn't you know it, Daddy said yes. So they went and rode in the black one instead. It was a bad decision on Daddy's part, but to his defense he said he wasn't thinking straight because he was in pain.
From the moment they got off the train, the tantrum intensified. Daddy grabbed the stroller from me and pushed on ahead of us because he has finally reached his limit. So there I was trying to hold a 3 year old who was having a full body fit. It was hard enough to be carrying a 40 lb toddler, but a screaming, squirming, tired and sleepy toddler? The planets definitely didn't align for this trip.
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Re: lovely day gone bad
Oh dear, I hope the tantrum didn't last too long. This brought back memories of me having to carry Phina ,aged 6 at the time, whilst doing a star shape tantrum ( one of her favorites) through the Redditch shopping mal. Every one staired. Antony, aged 10, went in frount trying to pretend he was not with us, fortunatly he did stop to open the doors. Apart from the embaressment it was a frightening realization, only one person stoped and asked Antony if every thing was alright, did he know me, was I the mother? Was I glad to get home, have you ever tried to get a star shaped child straped into a car????? :-)
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