I spent the holiday around my 3-year-old nephew.
While he is very cute, with sandy brown hair and vivid blue eyes, he’s also like all children, a child. That means that he’s entirely at the sway of his emotions. One morning he said he wanted yogurt for breakfast. My brother didn’t have any.
What followed was a slow-motion deterioration over about a half hour that led into a full tantrum. It’s said we grow out of this.
Maybe, in the sense that we generally don’t throw tantrums, but the underlying pattern is there. We dress it up in reason and... More