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Sam's been screaming for forty minutes straight.

I think the original complaint had something to do with the deodorant stick that he wanted to play with, and which I -- Mean Mommy -- took away from him. But it's largely conjecture at this point, and in any event, his grievances have escalated since then.

The parenting books tell you to ignore tantrums. A good idea in theory. But the Blonde Tornado can be very persistent.

As I frequently point out to George, 21-month old toddlers are like bowling balls with legs attached for mobility.

Posted 16 June 2005 at 11:47 AM