The pouting.
The crying.
The hitting.
The blaming.
The running.
Some, not I, call it a meltdown.
Through the tears, the shrieks, and the acting out, often, little bits of information, completely unrelated to the actual event are uttered. It all makes sense now and it's not going to change. Not for a while. Not until this new routine becomes just that; a routine.
The crying.
The hitting.
The blaming.
The running.
Some, not I, call it a meltdown.
Through the tears, the shrieks, and the acting out, often, little bits of information, completely unrelated to the actual event are uttered. It all makes sense now and it's not going to change. Not for a while. Not until this new routine becomes just that; a routine.
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