|
|
Saturday 3rd November 2007
Clougha again
     
M**** was at work today (well, this morning), so it was just me and A******. I did want to go for a walk, really I did, but I really didn't want to have to go to Williamson's Park yet again. I was thinking, "Oh, never mind, we have the car," but then I realised we didn't (M**** had taken it). So it was a bit of a boring day for A******. I took A****** to Clougha later on that afternoon.
|  
But yeah . . . it was all going fine until, on the way back to the car, A****** decided he wanted to sit on this huge rock that looked vaguely bench-like. I was like, "No, come on A******, we gotta get back to the car - it's getting late," and then the tantrum started. It's kinda funny - when A****** finds himself in a situation he doesn't like, he'll just stand there and cover his eyes with the backs of his hands. We then had a bit of a power struggle, A****** just standing there, not moving, and me walking away, thinking he'll start moving once he realises daddy is really far away. But no . . . he just stood there, probably knowing full well that I would have to come back to him, as indeed I did. Hmmmmm.
|
|
|
|
