tantrum ovenbird I watch a mother try to wrangle her screaming toddler. He's pulling out all the stops–arched back when she tries to pick him up, the rubber legs trick when she tries to make him walk, somehow screaming and eating a lollipop at the same time. And he's not letting up. He won't get in the stroller, he won't be distracted, he won't be consoled. I'm grateful that my kids are now old enough to sit quietly while we wait to board. I'm supposed to say I miss those days when they were small, but I don't. My son threw the most epic tantrums you've ever seen, as if he was fighting dragons inside himself. I would have to lock him into the circle of my arms so he wouldn't hurt himself. Once he screamed and kicked so long that he began to hyperventilate and I considered taking him to a hospital. He screamed for over an hour. Now, in the airport, he's playing a video game with his sister. No one is trying to claw my eyes, no one is ripping my earrings out or refusing to get up off the floor. The toddler is still screaming. I can hear him a gate away. And I don't miss it at all. 260721 what's it to you? who go blather from